Chapter 16
I got out of the bath and dried myself, then brushed my teeth. I’d forgotten to brush Mark’s. I’d tell him when I got into the bedroom. I’d worried at the hospital that I only had the one bedroom. I didn’t confess this to the staff, but Mark and I had been left alone for a few moments during the discharge process, and I’d asked Mark if he would object to sharing a bed with me. I’d said it wouldn’t bother me, but if he felt more comfortable, I’d go out and get a camp bed, and we’d take turns using it.
He’d told me I worried too much. “Of course I don’t mind sharing. It’d be nice to sleep in a bed with someone who really cared about me.”
So that little problem had been solved.