I thought so, too. “I haven’t told anyone else yet, though. And I don’t know if I’m ready to bring it up at work.” People there would be a lot more judgmental. “My brothers might not be so bad if Mom and Dad are on my side. I just hope I don’t send Lisa into labor from the announcement.”
“You don’t have to think about any of that right now. You took a step. A big one. That’s what you focus on. That’s how progress is made. One step at a time.”
“Is that one of your mantras from physical therapy?”
“Actually, it’s something my dad always told us growing up.” His voice grew wistful. “I held onto it after the accident, though. It helped.”
We talked for another half hour, stopping only when a knock came at my door. “Hang on,” I said to Fisher. I bounced out of bed and opened the door to Dad. “Yeah?”
“You’re on deck. Your mother wants her numbers.”
“I heard that,” Fisher said. “I’ll let you go.” He yawned loudly. “I’m dead on my feet anyway. My body is all messed up on time zones.”