At least, I hoped she wasn't upset. Shespoke a little more slowly when she answered, as if she was choosingher words very carefully. "I have to admit,...I was surprised to see youwearing a dress. Except for the fact that the dress seems a bit fancy,even for visiting someone in the hospital, nothing about what you'rewearing looks especially unusual. How do you feel?" I feel weird." About wearing a dress?" Actually, no. I mean, it does feel different. But it don't feelweird... which feels weird.. It wasn’t gone by any means, it was just muted and in the background. It was not the first thing I thought of in the mornings, as it had been the last few weeks. It might be a good thing that I could not even remember a time when I was completely pain free. I could imagine me going into a tailspin of depression, if I imagined my life now compared to what it had been before the accident.So it was half way through May when I took the camper for it’s first road trip. I did not take it on a two. We talk for a min and they both apologize. We are all wet from the water fight and the sun is warm drying us. Going inside and making some drinks we decide to sit outside and play cards and BBQ.Trying to forget about how weird it was to have both them kiss me.But somehow it kept giving me butterflies. Wondering what else we would do or if we shouldn't ever talk about it. We drink more and the sun is amazing. I go put on my bikini so I can work on my tan. Secretly wanting to show off my in shape. "Goddamnit, Bernie. I've been through all of that. She always on the verge of a breakdown. She's a natural depressive and has been since she discovered that she couldn't have children. Living with her since that time has been an ordeal - she's very good at feeling sorry for herself. Well, now she really has something to feel sorry about. You know, Bernie - in a way I'm glad that she betrayed our marriage, glad that she screwed another man. It gave me the boost to finally do something about my.