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CHAPTER FIVE-1
CHAPTER FIVE Three months passed. The newness of spring was excluding Alison every bit as much as Rick had. She couldn’t shake a gloomy, wintery, unsettled feeling. Nothing seemed to help—not playing the workaholic, not resuming her jogging routine, not going out with friends. When she ran now she found she had to force herself to look up, but it wouldn’t last, so she had become one of those runners who are always looking at the ground. She couldn’t concentrate at the movies, it just seemed dark in there to her, and her friends often had to explain obvious things in the plot of the film that she somehow missed. Concentration became a problem for Alison. Her mind just didn’t want to focus. Finally, she decided to see a therapist—but she didn’t want to go through her health plan. There was
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