Bethany
Nana Charlie and the physiotherapist apparently hit it off.
Yezbeth Hidalgo was an energetic sprite of a woman. It was hard to tell how old she was, because she had a beautiful, timeless face, but I guessed she might be in her fifties. She had bobbed black hair and big brown eyes, and a wide, engaging smile. She specialized in private consultancy and worked with people in their homes.
“Charlie is so strong! I’m truly impressed! I can tell she’s been working hard at her recovery!” She announced after Charlie’s evaluation. “I think we can really make some great progress if we work together.”
“Wow,” I said, squeezing Charlie’s hand happily. “That’s great news. Charlie, would you like to work with Ms. Hidalgo?”
Charlie nodded vigorously, Her eyes were bright and excited an
