Honeysuckle Summer
“She’d been strong enough to survive her marriage—surely she could stay outside longer than a couple of minutes without falling apart!
What if, she asked herself, she’d been cutting the excursions so short because she was afraid of humiliating herself in front of someone? Even though the psychologist and Sarah were definitely on her side and understood her problem, that didn’t mean she wanted to be embarrassed by coming unglued.
When she really thought about her slow progress, she decided that going toward the street was probably a bad idea, as well. Out there lay too much uncertainty. Anyone could happen by.
Maybe she ought to be trying to get to the more secluded patio. For a brief time she’d felt safe out there. Maybe that goal would be easier to conquer, and she’d be able to surprise everyone by joining them out there on the Fourth.
She sighed. So many maybes and uncertainties. The only way she’d ever know for sure would be to try.
She waited until an afternoon when she was alone.
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