That means physical as well as mental.” She smiled just a little. She’s one of those women who in their mid forties still somehow manage to look as though they’re 20, and without the aid of plastic surgery or tons of professionally applied makeup. “Is it dreams?”
“The dreams,” I said. Even with an open road before me I average fifty kilometres per hour and never exceed seventy. Mila didn’t say anything for a minute, then she got up and took my hand. She never tried to be artificially cheery with me. One of the women has been looking at you ever since they sat down. Are you more comfortable now?”
I was, actually. Mila’s strong hands then came down on my shoulders and began kneading. “I thought so. I am no longer house bound, and drive around the city, but am yet to be able to make myself go out on the highways where the big lorries roll. “The old Juliana is coming back!”
I felt a bit strange afterwards, when everything was over.
