CHAPTER 22
IT WAS EARLY Sunday morning, coming down. Caroline sneaked a look in the hall mirror. She always felt the same flood of relief when the face in the mirror was her own. It was two weeks now and she was firmly back to normal. Sanity was a short man in her bed. Caroline was happy.
It was a beautiful morning. The three of them took a walk in Fort Reno Park. Mary’s knee was working up, so they walked slowly. Caroline reached out to discretely massage Carl’s buttock where she plunged that pin. It was not an easy gesture; Caroline was taller, and her arm was still tightly bandaged.
Mary held on to Babushka. It was a fine moment.
Smith broke from them to throw the ice-cream wrappers in a public dustbin. He stopped to give mother and child a wistful look as they walked away, silhouet
