“A chair by the shower.

And somebody who won’t let her do too much the first week.”

Rosalie smiled at that.

“He’s very good at telling me what not to do.”

“Only when it matters,” I said.

The therapist brought the cane, a plain aluminum one with a black rubber tip.

Rosalie took it and set it on the floor.

She walked eight feet without the bars, her right shoulder dipping once, then straightening.