“You’re up early,” Miss Baxter said as I popped my head into the kitchen. “Want some frittata?”
“No thanks, gotta run,” I said. “Busy day. I’ve got counseling, then physical therapy, then a fitting for a new prosthetic. Did you know they make a sports model just for snowboarders? My physical therapist told me about it. But wait ‘til you hear the best part. The company wants to give it to me free and pay me to do some promotional shots for them. Can you believe that?”
Miss Baxter touched her finger to my cheek. “I’m proud of you, Anise,” she said. Just five little words. I paused and turned those words around in my mind, relishing them. My landlady’s proud of me. No, I thought. Miss Baxter sounds so much better than landlady. Miss Baxter is proud of me.
“Thank you, Miss Baxter.” I said,
