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Like Letters Written in the Sand Part Nineteen (Revised)
It was not Anna-leis’ style to sit still and after a few days, she would need to find something more than just sitting at a desk and writing. It was difficult for her to be sidelined, until she recovered, but that is where she found herself at the moment. Since Anna-lei would not be able to use her prosthetics until the sores healed, Clarence tried to keep her busy when he was not at work. For now, he worked at home as much as he could, in order to maintain her spirits. Occasionally, this might involve a trip to the beach to watch the sunset, where he would carry her to a comfortable spot and lay a blanket on the sand. In truth, it had taken her some time to get comfortable with needing any kind of assistance, and she was still not comfortable with it. It was different with Clarence, who did not just assume she needed assistance, but inquired about her needs.
Taking trips to the beach or to the movies helped, but Anna-leis knew that the longer it took for her to heal, the more ground she would lose. Despite her best efforts, she had not been able to walk with her prosthetics for more than a few steps by now, and she had only herself to blame.
“I knew something was wrong, so why did I keep pushing?” Anna-leis asked Clarence, seeking answers he was unable to provide.
