I didn’t have any clue on how to progress further. I thought it’s now over. I thought to be happy with whatever I have got today and maybe try our... luck next time. Finally, after stopping and I was putting the cap on the Iodex bottle.I asked her how she is feeling. She said it felt quite good now, and she is now having very little pain in the ankle and said thanks to me. Now it’s just a little pain in the knee but manageable. Hearing this, my eyes lit up, and I could see an opportunity.I asked. “I’ll take walks at lunch and I can use the weights you have in the basement. Jorge said he’d help me.”“Jorge? With his surgery?”“He talked to me about getting back into shape. A couple of weeks of sitting on his butt, or, rather, mostly lying on it, hasn’t done him any favors! He’s medically cleared for up to five pounds right now. It’ll help him be able to start doing his regular job again in a couple of weeks.”“OK. I’m going to get dressed. Kara, Stephanie, and I will be back for lunch.”Kara. ” Her voice trailed off as choked on her tears. Those tears soon turned to sobs as she leaned against the side wall of the restaurant where this had all began just a few days before. The predawn darkness hid her from the truckers and other early morning travelers who entered and left the restaurant. She wrapped her arms around herself as the chill of the morning cut through the battered parka she wore. Unfortunately there was nothing she could do about the coldness that filled her soul. She. "Hi, Leah," Paul said when she answered the phone. "I called to apologize for my behavior earlier. It was unconscionable."Unconscionable? Leah thought. Hardly. Out of line, yes, unconscionable, no. Should I forgive him?"You were right," he continued. "I have been taking you for granted. It's just that I considered us as ... well, a couple. Exclusive." We've made no commitments to each other, Paul," Leah said."Not overtly, perhaps, but neither of us has dated others for ... what, eight months.