Multiple friendly—and well-missed—voices could be heard when Emmitt opened the door to the condo.
“Hey, strangers!” Nash cried. “You’d better not be telling Mom lies about me. Mom, don’t believe a word these crazy people tell you.”
Then everyone seemed to speak at once.
“Look who’s calling people crazy,” Angela retorted. She shifted her gaze to Emmitt. “Hi, Dr. Burlingham.”
“Ha! I don’t have any trouble believing any of it,” Mom replied.
“Come in and take a load off, man,” Oliver said.
Harley turned from the bookcase, where he appeared to have been examining Emmitt’s old photos, and smiled. “Good to see you standing and all in one piece again.”
“You might as well call me ‘Myles’ away from the hospital, Angela,” Emmitt said, then turned to Nash. “You’re due for a round of pain meds,
