I woke up the following morning feeling much better. I didn’t wake up to see August in bed, as usual. I stretched and went to the shower.
The stained gown sat in the laundry basket. My mind drifted to Tracy and the wine, but I pushed it away. I wanted to start today with a clean slate. I let the water run over my head, hoping it could wash away more than just last night.
After Mass, I rested properly. Tomorrow would begin the official rotation, and I had a feeling this week wouldn’t be easy. I went for a swim, had a masseuse come by, and later that night picked out my clothes for Monday.
Grace stepped into the bedroom.
“I’m going to my quarters now.”
“Alright, good night.”
“Oh yeah, what about doctor’s food? It’s still on the dining table.”
“Oh, that. He won’t be coming home tonigh
