Chapter Eleven
A full month later there were wildflowers blooming across the craggy red-rock landscape, the spring in the desert refreshing as the air was cool and clean and free of winter. For a change Gretchen had comforted her when she arrived home, making a quiet enough place for her to rest. Elena supposed that was because Gretchen took her dreams seriously. The woman’s prescription for tranquility and a still mind was unlike Jonathan’s, and Sandra’s, and Ramon’s, whose settled on action.
The problem was, she knew those three were right, each in their own way. She needed a large dose of reality.
Going back to her cello for the first time in weeks was Elena’s way of beginning again. It was a good move, and a practical one too. She promised Jonathan she’d record the duet with Ramon,
