“Well, who’s first? Dad, Mom, Brad?” Jed glanced at each of them, and they looked at each other.
Jed crossed his arms. His back was beginning to ache from sitting up for so long, and after the long ride home from the hospital. He pushed away, stood up, and swayed.
“Are you okay?” Brad grabbed his arm.
“Yeah, just stood up too fast.” Jed steadied himself against the edge of the table.
“Jed, come sit on the sofa. Put your feet up.” Rodney hovered on the other side of Jed. Becky glanced down the hall to Danny’s room, a flash of worry set on her round, motherly face.
“Don’t, Mom. Don’t start worrying Diana.”
Becky firmed her lips and gave Jed another hard, motherly glance. “Sit down on the sofa, Jed. You probably shouldn’t be out of the hospital yet.”
Jed let his mother fuss as his brot
