Maybes, always maybes. Gabi never asked for anything outright, never gave out a question that would have a simple yes or no. Yet, since leaving the hospital with her newborn twins in hand, she had done just that. Just a simple little missive, sent with the hope that it would find a stray cousin soon.
Gigi,
Would you come and see me at Beecham House? I'm not going to be going out much over the next few weeks, I don't think, and there's something I really want your opinion on. If you like, I can make sure everyone's out but me. It would be good to see you.
Gabi.
Just that one simple missive, one simple request, and one very nervous new mother to show for it. Back on her even keel after the near disaster of her grieving process, Gabi had returned to her sweeter persona with just enough new confidence to be able to face the world head on. But even that wasn't quite enough to keep her from growing uncertain about Gigi's possible reaction to what she had to ask. She was just hoping that if the answer was no, it would be kindly done.
Gigi,
Would you come and see me at Beecham House? I'm not going to be going out much over the next few weeks, I don't think, and there's something I really want your opinion on. If you like, I can make sure everyone's out but me. It would be good to see you.
Gabi.
Just that one simple missive, one simple request, and one very nervous new mother to show for it. Back on her even keel after the near disaster of her grieving process, Gabi had returned to her sweeter persona with just enough new confidence to be able to face the world head on. But even that wasn't quite enough to keep her from growing uncertain about Gigi's possible reaction to what she had to ask. She was just hoping that if the answer was no, it would be kindly done.