VALERIADimitri's car swept up the drive and pulled into the garage. I went downstairs immediately. He came into the house a while later, swinging his briefcase, with a scowl on his face. "I want to talk to you," I said.He registered my presence and his scowl deepened."You're okay, aren't you?" he growled. His tone implied that I would have him to answer to if I wasn't."That's not what I want to talk to you about," I said, matching his grouchy tone."Then what is it? Wait, aren't you even supposed to be upstairs, resting?""Now that's exactly what I want to talk about. Dimitri, I can't stay here, relaxing forever-""Why not? There are stay at home wives and mothers aren't there?""I'm none of those things," I pointed out."It was just an example.""Look, I am feeling much better now. I have to resume work soon-""Like hell you do! You don't have to do anything. You heard the doctor-""I heard him, but I have to work, make myself useful.""Know what I think?" Dimitri closed the
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