I shrugged. “Yeah. I guess I’ll talk to him after I get over it.”
“Well don’t let him snow you, that’s for damn sure. But give him a chance to explain. Then if you don’t like what he says, knock him out.”
I smiled in spite of myself. “You’re crazy,” I said, shaking my head.
“Just being real. I’ve been here where you are. And if he cares for you the way I think he does, then he’ll make things right.”
“And if he doesn’t?”
“Then he wasn’t the man you thought he was. And you have to decide whether to try to make it work or let it go.”
I didn’t like either option. After she left to tend to her patients, I stood looking out of the window, thinking. It bothered me that he hadn’t even told me about his transfer. Then he kissed that woman. There was some history there. A blind man could see
