“That sounds good, Mama, thank you. We’ll see you then,” he said, and after the goodbyes, he set down the phone…Now to tell Dennis.
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Over the past three months Dennis’ condition had steadily improved. Regular dosages of his medication brought a quick end to his flare and soon he felt well enough to pursue his art. From the money Luca obtained selling his work, he was able to buy materials to begin a new project. However instead of thinking of his art, he spent most of his time thinking of Luca.
Dennis scarcely allowed himself to hope. In the last three months he’d experienced only two small flares which were handled easily by an NSAID the doctor prescribed.
But then again Luca says he cares about me. Maybe if I work hard enough to contribute I could bring myself to forget my pri
