I’m almost myself again.” –Sullivan Webb “This place is amazing!” exclaimed Desdemona as she walked out of a Zumba class with Sullivan. “Thanks for showing me around your gym. I may have to come out here more often.” Sullivan wiped her forehead with a towel as they entered the gym’s weight room. “I try to come work out at least three times a week. You’re welcomed as my guest anytime.” “Thanks. I may take you up on that since it appears that I’ll be in Savannah longer than I anticipated.” “What’s going on with Kina’s book? How much longer do you think you’ll be sticking around?” “It’s tough to say. Kina and I have different ideas about what direction we think the book should go in. I hope to have everything wrapped up in the next month or two, but we’ll see. It’s moving along slowly but surely.” “Hmm . . . slowly but surely,” repeated Sullivan. “Sounds like my marriage.” “Are you and your husband still having problems?” Sullivan gripped a set of push-up bars and started planking.