“So are you happy?”
He nodded emphatically. “Yes, absolutely. I don’t know when I’ve ever been happier. I feel healthy, I feel alert…all my senses are sharper, more attuned to the world around me. I guess I just feel more alive. Honey, I am so glad we came to Ft. Myers.”
She reached out and took his hand, feeling the warmth of the sun on it. It also felt dry. And she worried, again, about whether he was getting enough water. “Babe, I’m happy you’re happy. But you’re really scaring everyone.”
He held his arms out broadly, as if embracing the sea and the sand and the sky. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. I am great!”
She bit her lip, a nervous habit for as long as she could remember. “Babe, you’ve been up in this tree for two weeks. It’s time to come down. We have to go back to New York.”
He smiled, and squeezed her hand. “But don’t you see? We don’t have to.”
