Throughout, for the first time since it happened, I totally forgot about my stupid wrist. I just went through my day with my brother and enjoyed it thoroughly. Gavin even held my hand at one point, swinging our arms like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Eventually, though, the stress of our day took over and we limped back to the train station. When we got on the trolley, I gave the conductor my ticket and he noticed my cast.
"How'd you do that?" he asked. He was an older gentleman with a white, push broom mustache and a friendly smile, "Fighting off wild animals?"
"Sort of," I said, with a naughty grin, "My brother tried to kiss me, and I broke my wrist trying to escape."
"I did not!" Gavin said, "That didn't happen, I swear."
The conductor laughed and turned away.
We fou
