nineFor the next three weeks, Dave Andrews and I spend time together.
A lot of time together.
We walk together in the mornings, eat our meals together, attend a variety of activities together in the afternoons. I still spend most of the mornings after breakfast in my room, since I get too drained if I’m always around other people, but I spend more time with Dave than I have with anyone since Jeff, who I lived with.
The staff and residents of Eagle’s Rest clearly understand that we’re a couple. People ask me about Dave now if he’s not with me. And even Kathy and Gladys seem to have given up in their obvious pursuit.
I guess it doesn’t take long—for something so drastic to change, for someone to transform from a single woman to one half of a couple.
A lot of the time, I still don’t bel
