I admired my new nails in the bathroom while I washed my hands. They really did an excellent job. I got a french manicure with pink tips and a small heart design on each index finger, plus toes to match. I hope Oliver thinks they are as cute as I do. The mirror in this bathroom shows me my reflection, and I smile at the chipper face greeting me. It is amazing to remember how utterly distraught I was only last week. After my hand washing, and my reflection on the past week, I opened the door to see a strange man coming up the back hallway. It's hard to make out his face as he has his head down, watching the floor as he walks. He must work here, he seems to know exactly where he is going.
As he approached, I pressed myself closer to the wall, opening more space for him. He lifts his head to
