Chapter 6
“So how’s the new foot?” Manny asked as Bill held the Caddy’s rear door for Trisha. He'd been kind enough to drive them to the squat gray prosthetics center for Trisha's final fitting on her replacement leg.
The bells of a nearby church rang six times. Trisha glanced at her watch, startled at how late it was. The fitting, testing, adjusting, and all the other stuff that went along with second-hand feet had gone on longer than she'd realized. But Bill had been there the whole way, chatting with her and the white-clad doctor/mechanic. She hadn't noticed the time at all.
“Good as new,” Trisha said, grinning. She loved how they'd been able to match her skin tone almost perfectly. She might even break out a pair of shorts. “Better, even. It’s a whole new spring design, so it should
