Chapter Eight
Norah dropped her bag on the chair in the living room. “Ready for a walk, Lani?” She needed to practice saying the woman’s first name so she wouldn’t have to hear the constant corrections anymore.
“I guess so.” She set her novel to the side. “Story’s in a slow part anyway.”
Norah held out her arm to help her up, but Lani waved her away. “I’ve been practicing.” Leaning heavily on her cane, she forced herself up.
“Did your therapist say this was okay? You’re ready for it?”
“Shoot. She’s been nagging me from the beginning. Said I wasn’t pushing myself hard enough. She’d be thrilled.” With her free hand, she waved ahead. “Let’s go. I think we’ll make it all the way to the end of the block today. I’m feeling good.”
Norah sure hoped so because if Lani wasn’t able to make the
