Chapter 7Over the next two months Christina’s life fell into a comfortable and happy pattern. Sandra took her out to dinner at least three times a week and to a show almost every Friday night, except for nights when she had rehab. Sometimes people noticed her leg, sometimes they didn’t, but she noticed something. It didn’t matter anymore. The one person she had come to care about above all others found her attractive and desirable. Everyone else could go for a long walk on a short pier.
She came home one day and emptied out her under ware drawer, throwing out almost everything and went straight to Vic’s Secret and got a paycheck’s worth of sexy, feminine and flattering under things. Next went the frumpy dresses and clunky pants suits. She even bout two pairs of low heels.
She had started
