Chapter 37

“Go ahead and say what you’re thinking,” Sean told him. “You think the doctor was wrong?”

“No. I think she’s perfectly right. I think you won’t be able to follow her directions.”

“Em, my life depends on my hands. I’m going to do everything she told me.”

Emerson nodded. “Today you will. Tomorrow. The next day. But by the weekend, you be thinking it doesn’t hurt as bad. You need to practice, after all. You have a tour coming up. What harm can it do to play just a little?” His eyes turned sideways and met Sean’s. “Right?”

Jesus, the guy did know Sean well. That sounded exactly how his logic worked. “No, I’ll keep my hand still. I won’t play Tally or Benny. Or even Nichelle; she has light gauge strings.”

“You say that, Sean, but you won’t be able to stop yourself.”

Sean opened his mouth to argue, but closed it. Instead, he said, “What do you suggest I do then?”

“Come to my house, we’ll eat pizza. Stay the night with me. We’ll worry about this in the morning.”