It's been a month since Stephen's fall. A month of lying on his back with his leg up, of physical therapy, of worrying, of enduring not being able to paint. For me, a month of taking care. On the weekend, I ran down to the Chinese restaurant and got us takeout, which was luxurious because Stephen hadn't been really feeling right enough for a long time to care about having a treat. Dinner came with three fortune cookies.
Mine: A small act of charity will go a long way.
Stephen's: Keep up the good work. You will be rewarded.
Nicholas': You will be traveling and coming into a fortune.
Moules et vin blanc
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