What she wrote:
I was skiing down Mont Blanc on the Italian side of the mountain with a group of friends when an out of control, grey haired, full length mink came barreling across my path. I swerved to miss her and down I went. A fall that usually only hurt my pride this time broke my shoulder. Ski patrol seemed to appear in a flash and carried me off the mountain, followed by our ski instructor Georgio.
Georgio stayed by my side through the emergency room, the surgery, and the six weeks of recovery in his beautiful chalet. He waited on me hand and foot during my recovery. In spite of my pain and disability we fell in love and were blissfully happy, sharing stories about our lives and laughing out loud daily about the little miscommunications caused by our lack of fluency in the others native language.
At the end of six weeks, just as I was about to be released from the doctor’s care, a long-legged, stunning brunette opened the front door of the chalet and announced she was home. Georgio’s wife, apparently, back from visiting her parents in the South of France.
I left them in the midst of a knock-down-drag-out and after being released from the doctor’s care flew back to America and back to reality. I had an 8 hour flight to cry and lick my wounds arriving at customs with a broken arm and a broken heart.
What really happened:
Walking the dog one evening I tripped over my own feet, fell and broke my shoulder. My boyfriend came and took care of me after surgery. We spent six weeks sitting on the sofa watching TV, unable to do much else.