After Fiorella got that email from NY on Wednesday, she raced around the house for about two hours, washing and cleaning anything she could find that needed it--which, in her house, was a lot. Lifting and toting and running up and down the stairs like a madwoman, she was unheeding of her right hip joint, which means her step was duck-footed rather than pigeon-toed. Which means the next morning she could barely walk because of the pain.
Never fear. A couple of hours of turning her toes in and she was on the road to recovery. If only her heartbreak could be cured that easily.