Tips on exercise, diet, and when I can reintroduce things to my diet.
Lyndall wheels herself in when I'm getting the ultrasound.
"OMG, looky. She's really definitely a Squish. I don't think you should call her that. But maybe her second or third name. Like Lyndall Squish Marino has a ring to it..." She grins. "My wrist isn't broken, just sprained, so it hurts. They injected me with a drug for the pain and for swelling, and it's wrapped. See?" She waves her hand around.
Then she flops forward and says in the loudest whisper known to man, "Do you think they gave me the wrong dosage? I think I'm high..."
The door bursts open, and a nurse comes in. "There you are. Come on, into bed with you."
He reaches for her wheelchair.
The wheelchairs are electric, so she hits some switches and takes off, making the nurse jump out of the way.
"No way, you can't catch me."
"Get back here," he shouts, taking off after her.
Oh, Lord have mercy.
Thank goodness for normalcy.
I sit in the luxury waiting room upstairs as Lyndall laughs like a maniac while Enzo joins in the chase to bring her back to rest for a couple of hours.
The doctor told him the drug will settle, but they gave it because she was clearly trying to hide her pain. Her bandage is to be kept on to stop her from trying to play too early.
Knowing Lyndall, the bandage will be off the moment she thinks her hand is fine.
The magazines are high-end glossies, but I'm not in themood to read, and the newspapers with all their dire headlines are the last things I want to dive into.
"Oh." The deep voice draws me from my thoughts.
I go still.
I know who it is. Even if I hadn't heard it since I was young, I'd still recognize it.
Mario Marino's voice is etched into my nightmares.
Mario, the catalyst of Dad's downfall and eventual death.
This time, I find it hard to blame him for it all, even as I hate him.
He must have been in pain over the affair.
If he knew about it then.
But I remember the fight he had with Enzo, and it's hard to believe he didn't know.
It's just why he kept a child that wasn't his that remains a mystery.
I don't look at him. "Enzo is helping to corral Lyndall."
The scent of herbal tea reaches me.
"This is for you. Enzo's mother had terrible morning sickness that would hit her at all hours. Ginger tea was the only thing that helped. And ginger candies."
He offers me a mug.
I take it from him because I don't know what else to do.
