Chapter 9Everyone was rather quiet as we tended to morning duties just a few hours later and readied to celebrate Christmas Eve.
“We should have planned dinner.” I broke the silence—so to speak. “I have no idea what you guys like to eat and do. Should you be walking?”
Casey, wrapped in a fluffy throw, dragged half behind him like a kingly robe. Slogging toward the kitchen, “If I hold on to the wall or furniture,” he quit halfway and plopped down onto a stool at the counter, “I’m good.” He wouldn’t look Eli or I in the eyes.
“Do you need help getting showered and dressed?”
“I’ll be good with the bench and sweatpants. J-Yo said I can borrow undies.”
“They’ll be big.”
“Then I’ll go commando.”
I looked only at Eli’s hands, letting him do the talking for both himself and Casey. “Pizza to
