The second step had me tearing up from the pain.The third was better. Rationally I could understand that the leg with full cast would be worse. Emotio...ally, I didn't like it one bit.I was halfway down the row, after spending ten minutes getting that far, when I heard a familiar voice."I didn't think he'd be walking yet." Motivation. Thanks for telling me about your daughter."I yelled across the room, "Theresa, thanks for sending me to the devil!" Keep at it, lover boy," the physical therapist. Should have shot the lot of 'em when we had the chance."I sidled closer, "I hear that buddy, those things are evil, my brother lost his job welding because one of those freaks could spot weld with his fingertips," I said.The man smiled at me thinking me a kindred spirit, I did my best to foster that impression. This sort of person who just complained about the demons but didn't have the strength of character to do something about it made me sick. They just expected someone else to fix their. No, I answered softly. Thanks, he said and started to turn to leave. Scott, you didnt have anything to do with what happened to Elizabeth did you, I asked? NO, he said angrily and continued, How can you even ask me that? I just needed to hear you say it, I said looking in his eyes. I was a little surprised as he didnt keep his eyes locked on mine as I looked at him. Okay, I said. We then both headed to lunch and went our separate ways. The afternoon passed by too slow for me but I was. ’ Wim’s tongue turned to wood. ‘I’m very sorry,’ he said, at last. The man nodded. ‘What happened to her mother?’ ‘Died last winter, heartbroken.’ Tears welled in the man’s eyes. Wim attempted to offer further condolences but he could not speak, not with the knot in his throat. He turned away from the old man and looked up the narrow street. He was not surprised to see the woman in yellow beside the twisty pillars. Neither frowning nor smiling, there could be no mistaking whom she held in her.