FORTY-EIGHT
Nathan was late. I'd put on lipstick then chewed it off as I waited. I'd replaced it with the all-day colour stuff that stained my lips. I'd played piano until even I'd gotten sick of the sound, so I stretched out on the floor and turned on the TV. Some reality show about people who could dance... or sing... or something. I let the music wash over me as I started another set of physiotherapy exercises. I could feel my legs getting stronger day by day.
I even felt sweaty from the exercise – it sure was a warm day for September. Almost October now – where had the year gone?
I heard the sound of a car in the driveway.
Nathan! Finally.
I jumped to my feet, clicking off the TV. I hurried to the door so I could see him. I'd taken particular care to look good tonight – he'd promi
