I got up from my bed and went to my bathroom to freshen up. I had my speech therapy in a few minutes and didn’t want to miss it. Victor was probably done helping me, but I could still keep improving myself.
I believed in every word I said to Victor, but maybe I should have said the things I did more gently.
Maybe.
“I’m sorry, Miss Wilson. I didn’t know you were in here,” Jennifer said from behind me. “I’ve brought clean towels.” She studied my face for a moment. “Is everything okay?”
I grimaced. “I said some things that made Victor very angry with me.”
“I’m sure he won’t stay mad.” She said as she put the towels away in a cupboard. “Perhaps you should talk to your father. He could smooth things over with Mr. Klein.”
“That’s a good idea, “ I agreed. “Thanks, Jennifer.”
The things Vi
