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I leaned on my crutches as we stood by the elevator on the lower level having entered from the garage. Megan had pulled her car inside, parked next to her two Mercedes. The storage on the side had been re-stacked. There would have been room for my Porsche. Strange to now be thinking of what would have been.
“This is a new look for you, Megan. The hoody, jeans and sneakers could have come from a consignment shop. Several steps beneath. You’d be considered slumming. I’m used to seeing a fashion guru, someone with expensive designer clothes.”
“But I wear these well too, don’t I? That’s part of my versatility.” She flashed a smug smile. “Part of me that you haven’t seen.” She pressed the button, opening the shiny elevator doors.
“There’s many parts of you I’m just discovering. I guess y
