interested in the progression of her recovery. She found that when she heard his voice on the phone, it pleased her. He was so friendly and solicitous, wondering if there was anything he could do, anything she needed.
Today was no different. He called and asked how it was going, and she told him about her three trips a week to physical therapy, how many pain pills she was popping a day, how long it was taking Roger to get out of the house. âBut Iâm afraid Iâve never been very patient,â she told him.
âSlow going, is it?â
âOh, you have no idea.â
âGetting out much?â he asked.
âNot getting out at allâexcept for physical therapy. But the worst of it is, I have no privacy. I am so grateful to my family for their helpâIâd be doomed without it, but you canât imagine what itâs like living with your father and sister after youâve been on your own for years.â
âMust be a little crowded there, huh?â
âThe house is definitely shrinking. Iâm having a brief reprieve. Schoolâs finally out and Jason grows inches a day, so I sent him with Dotty to do some shopping. I gave her strict orders not to try to dress himâhe gets to pick his own clothes, however crazy they seem.â
âHeâs gotta appreciate that,â Sam said. Then, âHang on one second, Clare.â Slightly muffled, she heard him order an iced latte with whipped cream. âOkay,â he said, coming back to her.
âThat sounded good,â she said. And she thought, it would be nice to get out for a coffee. With Sam or anyone.
âBut tell meâhow are you really feeling? Physically? You sound better every time I talk to you.â
âI might be impatient with my progressâbut the doctor says Iâm doing great. And I have to admit, I feel just a little better every day. I get around without crutches most of the time and itâs only after being up all day and tiring out that I have to rely on them. Not only thatâIâm not all that sorry that Iâve dropped a couple of pounds, even if I wouldnât recommend the diet. And despite all my bitching, I think my housing situation is going to improve soon. It looks like by the middle of June Iâll get to go home. Iâll have to stay on the ground floor, of course. I still canât manage the stairs.â
âClare, how long have you been separated, if you donât mind the question?â
âNot at all. Going on six months. I would have filed for divorce by now, but itâs a bad time to shake up all the health benefits, et cetera. Andâshould Roger be a pain in the butt about all the particulars, I have to be a bit stronger to deal with him.â
âAre you sure this is final for you?â
âAbsolutely. Not only is it almost six months nowâitâs the fourth time in ten years. I may be a slow learner, but Iâm steady.â
âIs itâ¦Was it for the reason you gave me when I caught you speeding?â
âUnfortunately. Roger is a tomcat. Canât help himself. Itâll never change. And even if it does, Iâm moving on. Are you married? Single? Divorced?â
He laughed softly. âClare, if I were married, I doubt my wife would be happy about how often Iâve called you.â
âOh, itâs nice of you to check on me,â she said. âThoughtful. Sensitive.â
âSingle,â he answered.
The doorbell rang. âOh damn,â she said. âSomeoneâs here.â
âYou donât have to answer the door if youâre not feeling up to it. No excuses necessary.â
She groaned a little as she got to her feet. âNo, Iâm up to it. Iâd just rather finish this conversation is all. Maybe I could call you back? I hear the radio in the background so I know youâre on duty. But you could let me see who this is and maybe you could call me
Christine Zolendz, Frankie Sutton, Okaycreations