A young Catherine Deneuve. That's what my pregnant patient's husband had told me. I did some checking and found out she had been this beautiful french actress who started her film career back in the '60's. I've got to rent some old movies of her just to see if I actually do resemble her. It's funny, but he seemed to have paid more attention to me in the half hour I had lunch with him than my husband had in several weeks.

I sat in bed as I read my book, Derek joined me, laid on his side with his elbow to support him. He had this look as if he needed to have something said.

"What?" I asked.

He said he was absent and partly to blame for our marriage's infidelity. He apologized and told me he's working on it. But, I needed to give him time to heal. I've wondered what came about of this. I've waited so long for him and maybe, just maybe this is a start. Maybe it's time to start a new beginning.

Finally...after the teardrops.