Chapter 52Sara walked over to Birdie's driveway to retrieve the morning newspaper. After a night of heavy rain, the trade winds blew gently creating a heavy humid coolness. Though the newspaper was delivered in a biodegradable plastic bag, rain water had seeped inside. Reading the headlines, she stopped momentarily, scanning an article before entering Birdie's gate. Birdie was in the back yard doing the first things she did every morning. “Hey, look at this, Birdie.”
Birdie looked up from potting a new plant. “Good morning, Sara.” She smiled widely and feigning disinterest in the newspaper. “Hey, your chin is healing nicely.”
“Thank goodness that plastic surgeon knew what he was doing.” She had removed the heavily soiled chin guard and knee bandages and washed the surgical areas. A brief
