Chapter 16: MemoriesThe stew burned, I fixed a sandwich from the stuff I’d left out and sat at the kitchen counter. As I ate, I thought about Chester. His presence had always been an important part of my life.
I’d met Chester after an asshole driver had slammed my truck into another intersection while trying to run a red light. My back and neck had taken the majority of the impact. Days later, after interminable visits to the ER, my doctor’s office and eventually a lawyer, I was ordered to see a chiropractor. Skeptical, I found my way to Chester’s beachfront office. I grew up in a family where pain and illness were something you scoffed at. If you had a cut, you spit on it and kept going. Maybe my mother would dab honey on a burn or mud on an insect bite, but we weren’t people who ran to
