I kept my questions casual when first talking with her.
Let’s say her name is Anne, which is not true. And let’s also say, to protect the proverbial innocent, that Anne’s friend’s name is Bryn. Both are in their early twenties. I met them because they were part of the physical therapy staff where I went for an irksome left knee. Anne and Bryn were friendly and efficient; they comfortably joked with patients, shared words of encouragement.
During a particular session, Anne was the one reminding me which exercise came next. She brought me the special flexible ball to help stretch my lower body, and later set the timer for how long I should be moving my limbs back and forth, side to side. I usually bantered with Anne (or Bryn), though sometimes I silently, steadily plowed through the required series of exercises.
When finished with a routine, I asked Anne the question that led to the question.
“Didn’t Bryn tell me that she started working here because you recommended her for the job?”
Anne grinned. “Right. She graduated from college and wasn’t sure what to do next.”
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