Kristen
By the third day, the swelling had gone down so much that I could no longer justify staying at Ezra’s house like some kind of helpless invalid. I got an appointment with my primary physician and Spirko kindly drove me to the office so I could be fitted with a brace that would stabilize my ankle while the tendons and ligaments continued to heal and tighten.
And then I headed back to Ezra’s place to pack up my things and wait for my daughter to get home from school so we could return to our own house. I wasn’t sure why I felt such a heavy sense of regret when I tucked my laptop and sketchbooks back into the plastic tote.
I guess a few days of luxury had spoiled me. I didn’t want to leave.
Neither did Joy. She promptly burst into tears when I told her it was time to go home.
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