Chapter 9
My arm healed, leaving me with scar as a lasting reminder of what had happened. My boss at KQBD gave me a week off, after I got out of the hospital. Then things returned to normal. Tyler came home to a rousing welcome from the rest of us. He still had to take it easy and couldn’t return to work until his doctors determined he would be able to with no ill effects. That didn’t make him happy, but from what he said, he figured that was better than the alternative. I think what pissed him off the most was that he wasn’t allowed to have a few beers with the rest of us. That didn’t stop him from keeping us company, however. He just eyed our beers longingly while sipping water or pop.
“What I hate most,” he told me at one point, “is the fact I still don’t remember what happened. If I
