She needed to reinvent herself again. She wasn’t really sure how to even start doing that—or what direction to do it in. She was still in shock. S...e’d been back a month, moving from Sibley Hospital, thanks to the arrangements that State had made, to a rehab facility, and then to a bedroom in a colleague’s house in Arlington. She knew she couldn’t stay there indefinitely, though. Only now, when she’d been given a clean bill of health, as long as she continued with a rehab regime for her leg at. “Where and when?” she asked.“We use the Cleaning Manager’s office in the basement. It’s not marked, so it’s probably best if I meet you at the elevator doors. Since it’s Friday, I’ve got a couple of hours work to do later on, putting machines into hibernation for the weekend. If we say around two, that allows some time for contingencies. Is that okay for you?”“Yes. I work my team hard during the week but Friday is POETS day. I try not to schedule anything important so the team can wind down in. Separate all of my clothing, and collect all of the quarters around the house, and my 1996 Jeep Grand Cherokee, and after collecting all of my dirty laundry, I head down to the mat.Books, magazines, and my laptop, on the rare occasion that I remember to bring it, have gotten quite boring on a weekly basis. I also moved a ways away from the laundry mat that I frequent, so going back to the apartment while I am doing laundry is also out of the question now days. So what's a man to do?I mean, not. Carol, stay down so theycan't see you. Only come out when you see my car." I didn't want to leave therelative comfort of the bus stop shelter to go stand in the bushes and in thenight breeze again. "Carol this is important. You could be in trouble. Youhave to do as I told you." Reluctantly I agreed to do as she had told me. Past experience had taught me that advice from Aunt Jeannie was usually goodadvice. I got off the sidewalk and walked back to the bushes behind the shelter.The ground around.