Chapter 91
The children nodded, still sniffling, clearly not convinced everything was fine but willing to go along with the plan because adults were supposed to know what to do in situations like this.
They walked the remaining two blocks at a pace that might charitably be called glacial. Dante leaned heavily on the rope connecting the children's harnesses, using it for balance, focusing on putting one foot in front of the other rather than on the pain that radiated from seemingly every part of his body.
Bambi's grandmother took one look at Dante's face and immediately tried to call 911. He stopped her with a raised hand and a smile that probably looked ghastly given the blood and swelling.
"I'm fine, Mrs. Patterson. Just a misunderstanding with some people. Nothing serious. But if you
