Dana was in physical therapy for the 3rd week. She was working on her legs and her therapist, Michael, was as stubborn as a mule and as cool as a coach. He didn’t have pity for her but he knew that there were limits. Her health was the only priority on both of their lists. They took it easy by having her do 5 lifts of 2 pound sandbags on both legs. This was necessary but it was also a pain in her ass. And the wheelchair wasn’t helping her morale.

Michael said, ‘All right. You did good on those so let’s take a break then we can work on your arms. How about 2 pounds, 10 lifts? That’s a whole lot better than pushups. What’ya say?’

‘Bring it on, coach’, Dana replied.

‘Looks like somebody’s here to cheer you on’, Michael observed as Alice walked across the floor.

Alice said, ‘Hey, babe. How are you doing? Got any time for lunch?’

Dana answered, ‘I’ve got a whole new lease on life. I think I can spare 15 minutes. What’s Wild Oats?’

Alice said, ‘It’s this natural organic marketplace. Kind of a healthy version of Kroger. I got us some milk, some deli sandwiches, 2 vegan cookies, and 2 packs of Emergen C.’

‘Sounds good’, Dana said.

During lunch, they both talked about Helena working for her dough, Tina going straight, Kit and Angus still acting like teenagers, Shane and Carmen finally making up after the Cherie Jaffe incident, and Bette getting back into the arts. They were so proud of her going through and getting all up in Franklin’s face.

(flashback of Bette) Bette said, ‘You treated me like an outsider on the board at every chance you got, You under minded everything I did for the CAC. And you fired me at my father’s funeral to allign yourself with Peggy Peabody, her daughter, their money, and their power. You upstaged me however you could and all I did was take it. Well, no more! You were one of those people who got into elementary and high schools simply by being old enough. As for life, you got ahead by knowing the right things about the right people. You know more about politics than you could ever know about stick pictures. Hell, I doubt you could tell who drew the pictures for the Men’s and Ladies restrooms let alone setup a successful art show. But now, I am back and I want you to know something. I don’t like you. I don’t trust you. And I damn sure don’t respect you. Is any of this getting through that peanut you call a head?’