Mart nodded. “I did. I told her everyone who was there and gave her all their messages.” She smelled the spicy goodness of her drink before continuing. “When I handed her Pickle’s card and told her he was offering his services pro bono, she started to cry. At first I thought she was upset because of our violation of her privacy, but instead she said, ‘I should have trusted people sooner. I was just so scared.’”
Tears sprang to my eyes, and I reached over to take Mart’s hand. “Oh that’s so hard. I know what it’s like to carry around a painful experience because you’re afraid to share it.” I thought back to how painful my marriage had been when I lived in San Francisco and how no one, not even Mart, had known. “Well, then, I’m glad we told people for her.”
“Me, too,” Mart said. “She got ne
