By the end of the week, I was learning to navigate my crutches pretty well. Stairs were still hard and driving was impossible, so I was catching a lot of rides with Casey and Kennedy. I went back to work a few days later, only to tell Sandy that, once again, I was going to have to take off.
She sighed. “You know, I’m not going to argue with you this time. How long will you be gone?”
“Maybe a week, possibly two. I’ll be in the studio, but vocal work tends to take longer because I can’t just sing for fourteen hours straight. I mean, I can, it’s just not healthy.”
“Well, as long as you come back. Don’t tell anyone, but you’re my favorite employee.”
I pretended to be embarrassed. “Sandy, you’re only saying that because you don’t have to see me as much now. Or you’re afraid I’m going to sue
