Chapter 7

“That’s good to know. I don’t want to be laid up for another week while you deal with my infected hand.”

Zack chuckled. “That rarely happens, especially since you’re on antibiotics for your shoulder wound.”

“Good. So, I canget out of here tomorrow morning?”

“Unless you have a relapse, and I don’t see that happening.”

“‘Out of the frying pan into the fire’One of Mom’s favorite sayings when I was a kid. Probably still is, as far as that goes.”

“Been a while since you’ve seen her?” Zack asked, retaking his seat.

“A couple of years. We talk on the phone, but I haven’t been home since the last time all the family was together for my folks’ thirtieth anniversary.”

“How big a family?”

“Two younger brothers, an older sister, more aunts and uncles and cousins than I can count, three nephews, two nieces, plus the requisite grandparents.”

“Now that’s a tribe.”

“Tell me about it. How about you?”

“My father, Eric. My brother, Tom, and his father, Brian.”