CXXXIV

"Come sit" he said tapping the sofa beside him. She looked around like she was searching for something there, she rubbed her hands on her dress nervously as she walked toward him silently.

She dropped to the sofa beside him keeping a reasonable distance between them. "Your feet“ he said pointing them.

"What?" she asked folding her toes into themselves.

"I need to see them be able to know what is wrong and how to treat them," he said and she nodded.

He was correct but how could she expose her legs to him? Since she got there she had not gone out for a pedicure and she was not sure about the state of her legs.

"Since the box is here I can do it myself" she said slipping her feet out of the slippers that had been covering the damage and lifting her legs and trying to put them in a weird position on her lap.

"That seems difficult and almost impossible," he said as he held her ankle. He pulled her legs gently toward himself and dropped them to his lap.

"It would only take a minute" he said