Chapter OneBaby Steps
I used the hand bars to steady myself to move from the toilet to the sink. My equilibrium was still off by a bit, but I could manage better than yesterday. My mind clung to memories of last night, everyone who had come to see me—mostly men (I had no idea I was so popular). All of them having had some sort of emotional or physical relationship with me (I knew this because apparently I'm a damned good clairvoyant—and thanks to Lindee who was a great broadcaster, because I got nothing from most, or any of them). (Especially that large one, last night.)
I leaned on the sink, clutching it while looking up into the mirror at myself and studied my large brown eyes—the dark circles under them made me look vaguely anemic, and slightly psychotic. My up-turned nose, and large
