Chapter Eleven
A full month later there were wildflowers blooming across the craggy red-rock landscape, the spring desert was as refreshing as the air was cool and clean and free of winter. For a change Gretchen had comforted her when she arrived home, making a quiet place for her to rest. Elena supposed that was because Gretchen took her dreams seriously. The woman’s prescription for tranquility and a still mind was unlike Jonathan’s, and Sandra’s, and Ramon’s. They all required action when tranquility was what she craved. The problem was, she knew those three were right, each in their own way. She needed a large dose of reality.
Going back to her cello for the first time in weeks was Elena’s way of beginning again. It was a good move, and a practical one too. She promised Jonathan she
