My Husband’s Secretary Kicked Me Out of the Elevator Because She Thought I Was an Intern. I Was About to Tell Her I Was the New CEO… Until I Saw What She Was Wearing on Her Wrist.

I cooked badly.

I slept better than I expected.

I dreamed of stairs.

In October we opened the cafeteria photograph with a small plaque: For the people who used to walk.

Luis brought his granddaughter to see it.

She asked why anyone would walk if there was an elevator.