This is an added insight to my previous post HERE.
This week, when Ricki and I were returning from her dance class, she walked ahead of me, always checking to be sure that I was following. Her hair was unkempt, and I asked her to tie it back with a band, but she refused. When we reached close enough to home that I KNEW that she could arrive on her own with no problems, I found a place and sat down. Within moments Ricki appeared, questioning me, and insisting that we continue. I explained that I had no intention of walking with her as long as she looked like a Medussa.
She balked, hemmed, and hawed, and finally gave in. We walked home together. Well, almost together. Miss “independent” was five steps ahead.