On the fourth morning, Marc was well enough he had recovered and was commanding his nurse to let him go out. His nurse insisted that he could not get up. She would have kept him in the bed for a few days longer if she could but he was very demanding and authoritative and spoke in a very authoritarian manner that she could not ignore.
His eyes were dark and furious as he said. “I am getting up !”
I was outside the door when I heard his voice and turned to listen with a half-smile on my face. That was Marc I remembered I had not heard that note in his voice since the accident.
I knocked at his door and the nurse came to admit me in looking highly disturbed. “He doesn't listen, Mrs Garcia,” she whispered crossly as though Marc was a naughty child who needed a good tight slap, which I th
