I felt like shaking Jim repeatedly, because this was the worst possible time to tell me all this. I looked back at me him putting on my best possible calm face, but it failed.
“Jim please tell me that this is a joke, and if is please stop it”
“It’s not a joke Lisa, Max has regained feeling inn both his hands, although he’s a bit drowsy at the moment”
“How is that even possible Jim, I thought that drug that we were giving him was enough to kill some of his nerve cells!”
“Calm down honey, anger won’t solve anything will it?”
I turned around and it was my father, looking all well done in the grey tailored suit that he was wearing and with his beard neatly trimmed to the ‘T’. Of course, he would be asking me to calm down, he was not in as much trouble as I was going to get if I was caught
