Chapter 6Against doctor’s orders, I returned to work the following Monday. As long as I could stand for short periods of time, sit on my supply cart, or ride around on one of the store’s scooters, my manager was fine with me being back.
“We could even have someone hold you up by your butt, if you need it.” Jim was awesome. I had several awesome people in my life. A few of my neighbors made me dinners—lasagna, ribs, a whole chicken with potatoes and carrots. Every other evening a new casserole dish covered in foil would appear outside my door.
You helped me, now let me do something for you. That note was attached to Mrs. Hurlburt’s lasagna. Every time it snowed, I’d shovel out her and her husband’s cars.
Get well wishes came with a platter of fajitas from Mr. Valdez. He was injured durin
