Chapter 17
Jacksonville, FL
MICKEY STOOD BY Chris’s bed for a minute, then took his hand and squeezed it gently.
Chris’s eyes opened, and he said, “Hi, Mick.”
“Hi, yourself. Are you okay? Dr. Banzhof said you gave them a bit of a fright in the OR.”
“I’m as well as can be expected after once again having my—how did you put it last time?—guts sliced open.”
“If you feel well enough to joke about it, you must be doing okay.”
“Yeah, and that’s probably because this surgery wasn’t quite as complicated as the last one. All they did this time was—”
Mickey put a finger to Chris’s lips. “I don’t need to hear the gory details. In fact, I probably wouldn’t understand them even if you told me.”
“No, I suppose you don’t need to hear the details. And, Mick, please don’t tell Ted what happened in
