Chapter 7: Day 26After four days, Colby had concluded that being injured—mildly injured, which he’d kept attempting to explain to Jason, to no avail—wasn’t fun, but wasn’t the worst aspect of the ordeal, either.
Under sheets, in the clear crisp autumn-chill of morning, he began to move a leg. Jason bolted over from hotel-room coffee-in-progress. “Don’t get up!”
Colby put on his best plaintive eyes. He hadn’t been planning to, yet; he had been planning to, in a moment. The rain, perhaps in solidarity, hadn’t departed, though it had dwindled to a pearlescent mist. The sky stretched out in smoky snarls of cloud-yarn beyond their hotel window; the pillows fluffed up in support behind his back.
The world felt good, more or less. He felt good. Ready to get on with the day, despite a few minor
