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- 31 -My nose bandage was now reduced to just a single strip and my black eyes had turned yellowish-green. Even though I could easily have been cast in a horror movie, I was told the look was totally normal and that I was “one lucky gal!”
I had to admit to myself that George must really love me to be able to look at me without wincing. He even brought me roses, which I put in the middle of the dining room table. Mother had settled back in for a few days to determine if George was capable of being a caregiver. Being the lucky gal that I was, I really didn’t need a lot of pampering, but decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Mother and I were at the table feasting on quiche Lorraine, which George had made before he headed over to the college to talk to someone or other abou
