I could admit that most of January was a blur. Despite everyone’s best intentions, I developed an infection that kept me in the hospital, on strong IV antibiotics, for an extra two weeks. I’d worried about missing Danny’s birthday, but he paid me a visit. James left the room and, for a long time, the young man and I just talked.
He was over me thanking him. He was annoyed at the beautiful electric car that had shown up on his doorstep that morning. And blown away by the charging station I had installed in his parents’ garage.
He was back home with them since dropping out. He was still sore and moving slowly, given the surgery had only been the week prior, but he was well on his way to recovery. He solemnly promised to take the next couple months easy and, when he decided what he wanted t
