Jordan ~ I watched as Danny silently set up the little cups of paint. He washed and dried my foot and ankle, then ran a razor over it. We were good friends, but we didn’t spend a lot of time talking when I was in the chair. He felt he couldn’t concentrate if we were chatting, and I was very interested in him concentrating. The familiar buzzing of needles started. The first time I heard them I was horrified; now they were...