The first grey shadows of the February night were beginning to
darken the street when they finally made their vehicle. Michael
reflected that if he needed any verification that Vicky was
exhausted, her silent acquiescence to riding in the chair was all
the proof he needed. Well, three hours in the morning with the
occupational therapist and four hours in the afternoon with the
physical therapist would do that to a body. He was tired just
having to watch her go through all that, but then, it was always
hard watching the one you loved suffer.
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