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Chapter 25

           TheroomwasstuffywiththewindowclosedbutIwastootiredtogetupandopenit.Isawmythingswereallinonecorneroftheroom.Outsideitwasgettingdark.IlayonthebedandthoughtaboutCatherineandwaitedforRinaldi.IwasgoingtotrynottothinkaboutCatherineexceptatnightbeforeIwenttosleep.ButnowIwastiredandtherewasnothingtodo,soIlayandthoughtabouther.IwasthinkingaboutherwhenRinaldicamein.Helookedjustthesame.Perhapshewasalittlethinner.

           "Well,baby,"hesaid.Isatuponthebed.Hecameover,satdownandputhisarmaroundme."Goodoldbaby."HewhackedmeonthebackandIheldbothhisarms.

           "Oldbaby,"hesaid."Letmeseeyourknee."

           "I’llhavetotakeoffmypants."

           "Takeoffyourpants,baby.We’reallfriendshere.Iwanttoseewhatkindofajobtheydid."Istoodup,tookoffthebreechesandpulledofftheknee-brace.Rinaldisatonthefloorandbentthekneegentlybackandforth.Heranhisfingeralongthescar;puthisthumbstogetheroverthekneecapandrockedthekneegentlywithhisfingers.

           "Isthatallthearticulationyouhave?"

           "Yes."

           "It’sacrimetosendyouback.Theyoughttogetcompletearticulation."

           "It’salotbetterthanitwas.Itwasstiffasaboard."

           Rinaldibentitmore.Iwatchedhishands.Hehadfinesurgeon’shands.Ilookedatthetopofhishead,hishairshinyandpartedsmoothly.Hebentthekneetoofar.

           "Ouch!"Isaid.

           "Yououghttohavemoretreatmentonitwiththemachines,"Rinaldisaid.

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