Chapter Twenty Eight
Chapter Twenty Eight
“Just a sprain,” Mick said staring deep into a spoonful of egg-mushroom soup. “All this trouble, you couldn’t climb the slope with me, and it’s just a sprain.”
“Welp,” Sammy replied between slurps, “it’s a bad sprain. And that jump off the bridge didn’t do my shoulder any favors, either. Don’t go dissing until you’ve walked a few miles in my shoes, feeling the pain every step and escorted by people only concerned that your injury may damage a portion of their dinner meat.”
“Hey!” Debra said from the kitchen. “I thought you were going to spare me unnecessary ugly details?”
“We are,” Mick said in unison with Sammy. They grinned at each other. It was wonderful beyond words to be safely back in a place with the comforts and feeling of home. But n
