As I stood on my sister’s doorstep, I found it unbelievable I was there, and to find her as bubbly as ever.
“Dar, you look wonderful. I am so thrilled to see you. What a change! They have worked a miracle.” She was the reincarnation of her namesake, and strangely, I could discover no sign of Gerrard’s assault.
“Thanks, sis, you look pretty good yourself. Now tell me all your news.” “Heather would love to see you; in fact you should, particularly, as she was instrumental in getting you in. You can come into work with me and make yourself useful, and then we can meet up with her.” At least on the surface, she appeared happy, serene, and as usual, highly organized. Yet listening to her, the contrast between my former life and the depths to which I had reduced myself, seemed unimaginable.
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