Mom got the rest of the day off. She helped me get set up on the couch with a DVD and then went to make chocolate-chip cookies. Dad went to the pharmacy.
A little ways into the movie, Sam came in the living room and slumped in the easy chair. “I cleaned up the bathroom for you,” he said.
“Thanks.”
He shrugged. “Whatever.”
He watched the movie for a minute or two and then stood up to go. “Anyway. I’m glad you’re not paralyzed or anything.”
“Thanks. I guess.”
“Hey, at least now you know how I feel when you’re around,” he said.
“Whadda ya mean?”
“You know,” he said with a crooked grin. “You got a pain in your butt.”
That made us both crack up.