“I probably do needto rest.”
I’m confused when
Obi doesn’t budge,
like he’s stuck in the mud.
“Erm, so, how long
before you’re back
at bouldering?” he asks.
“The doctor said six to eight weeks,” I reply.
“Two months?” Obi seems shocked.
“Yes, possibly,” I say,
then offer, “but if Coach lets me,
I’ll come as a spectator
and live vicariously through all of you.
You know, I’m not actually bedbound,
even though I look like I am right now.
I’m gonna go to school on Monday
wearing my boot and sling.”
I make to point to them, but I remember
I don’t know where Vass put them.
“Where are they?” I ask. “Never mind,” I say,
quicker than Vass can respond.
“Last night I managed to hop along
to the toilet by myself
while Vass was asleep on the floor.”
“I have a confession to make...”
Vass makes the sign of the cross.
“I woke up as soon as your foot hit the floor
but I enjoyed your hopping so much
I decided to leave you to it.
You were doing an amazing
