RUBY
Two weeks later.
Mr. Ford informed me that I must keep a face bandage on for the next few weeks. During that time, I had a difficult time seeing my own face. I have no notion if it will be a disaster or something great. The only thing I have is his word that everything would work out fine. He looked after him and his housemaids as if they were his own. They monitor my post-operative rehabilitation to ensure that it is proceeding normally and without incident.
Because I can sense their concern, I do not have to have any doubts about Mr. Ford. As the door to my room opened, I was lying there on a plush mattress. As he saw me, he started walking in my direction.
"Ruby, the time has come to take off your cast and remove your sutures. You can look in the mirror and see your new face to
