She’s mad that Kitt doesn’t come to see her.”“Well, I’m sure in time . . .” Danny wasn’t so sure.The days passed, spring racing along in the world, plowing forward like steps in wet sand in the rehab ward. Maureenbegan to use a walker. The physical therapist pushed her every day to keep going, just one more step, then just to the end of the counter. Once, exhausted and sweaty, Maureen slipped and fell to her knees. She wasn’t hurt at all; but when the PT helped her up, Maureen tried to spit in her face. Nothing came out, but Shannon Stride said, “Don’t you dare. You’re fortunate, Maureen. Do you know how much harder it’s going to be when you go home? Is there going to be a bathroom with a shower three steps from your bed? No. Is there going to be a button for you to call some one whenever you want to change the channel on the TV and you can’t reach the remote? No. You have to win your self back, Maureen. The prize is what you had before. Yeah, it sucks. All this work to be not quite as good as you were before.
