Chapter 4
Jacksonville, FL
IT WAS TWO WEEKS after his surgery, and Chris was on his way home from a follow-up visit with Dr. Banzhof at the Mayo Clinic.
“I’m glad you insisted on driving me to the appointment, Mick,” he said.
“Was it that bad?”
“He did some poking around in my nether regions, and it was no picnic. Things are still pretty sensitive down there.”
“Sorry.”
“Yeah, but it wasn’t as bad as I’d expected.”
“Do we need to get you one of those doughnut shaped cushions?” Mickey said.
“Very funny.”
“I was being serious.”
“Then I’ll answer you seriously—no, I don’t need one of those cushions. They’re for people with hemorrhoids—varicose veins hanging out of their butts, to be specific—and that’s not the kind of discomfort I’m dealing with.”
“Too bad it’s too early to have lu
