The following morning, I sit in bed thinking about my meeting with Laura and Ted. Tiff was right. Laura’s a lovely young woman, and I can see why Ted is enamored with her. She’s bright and forthright. No games with this young lady. You know what she’s thinking yet she’s thoughtful and deferential to my son, listening to him intently when he speaks. As for Ted, I’ve never seen him more animated. And the smile on his face has never been brighter. I look out the window, thinking about what Tiff said as the sounds of the awakening residents murmur in the hall outside my room. I kept my mouth shut last night about my moving in with Ted because it wasn’t the place or the time to do it. (But you and I both know the real reason, don’t we? I wimped out because I didn’t have the right words or the s
