“No,” you answered. “But I know what I saw.”
For a long moment, neither of you moved.
Then Alejandro looked away.
“The doctors said recovery would be minimal.”
“Minimal isn’t nothing.”
“You’re a maid.”
“Yes.”
“And now you’re a doctor too?”
The insult should have hurt, but it didn’t. You had heard worse from people with less excuse for bitterness.
“No,” you said. “But my aunt had a stroke when I was twelve. We didn’t have money for therapy, so I watched videos at an internet café and helped her exercise every day. She walks with a cane now.”
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