Chapter 6“Hello, handsomes.”
Eli and I both leapt up from the uncomfortable chairs in the oral surgeon’s waiting room. Too straight, not enough padding. A bit overly excited, Eli knocked over a three-foot Christmas tree on the table positioned too close. “He speaks,” his lips and fingers said.
“Wouldn’t say a word until we got out here,” the accompanying nurse claimed.
“I saved my first words for you,” Casey told us with his mouth and hands. “And I wanted to say them stand-i-n-g up.”
“So, you’re unwired.” Eli tilted his head toward Casey’s mouth. I was trying to look in there, too, as I bent for red fortunately plastic Christmas baubles.
“Healed ahead of schedule.” Casey leaned against the counter.
“Sit.” The nurse positioned Casey’s wheelchair behind him.
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