Chapter 19

Frank deflated just a bit. Still, he went on. “We could lie here,” he said, “and risk it. Or we could get up and try walking again.”

Liam struggled to his knees.

“Good going. Now rest there another minute. I have an idea. Marion, can you bring me one of Vaughn’s old belts? Biggest one you can find.”

“All of Vaughn’s belts are big.” There should have been a smile. There wasn’t. Marion looked rather stressed.

“Please.”

She turned in a huff, but took off, leaving Frank and Liam sitting in the grass. “You’re doing good,” Frank told him. “Well…Doing well, I guess. That’s the proper English, right?”

Liam nodded, his fluffy blond hair fluttering like a butterfly’s wings.

“You definitely understand. You know what people are saying to you, don’t you?”

Liam nodded.

“Except sometimes it’s easier to pretend you don’t.”

Liam nodded again.

“Poop.”