We got back to the home about 9:30. Todd talked nonstop all the way there. He kept reminding me of the instructions and what to do if anything went wrong. You’ll be fine, he kept saying. Everything is going to be fine. It was pretty annoying, but I felt bad for him. He was so worried about me. Judy was, too, but she didn’t express it in words. She wouldn’t have been able to get one in edgewise, anyway. She just held my hand as we walked along (squeezing it a little beyond the comfort zone, to tell the truth.) But it was nice. She had never held my hand before.
Grace had my other hand and, as I mentioned, Todd was engaged in a meandering monologue about what to do and how well everything was going to work out. I had never before been the object of so much attention. It was a little bit of a relief to make it home.
That is, until we went inside.
