That same day I ‘woke-up,’ or the day after, in walked someone new.
“Marianne,” one of the doctors said, “someone’s here whom you knew before you got sick.” In walked this man.
Who is he? He’s not dressed like everyone else here. He . . . he sort of looks familiar, whoever he is.
“Marianne, this is your husband, Chris.” Continue reading “Meet For The First Time . . . Again -part 2”