I’m not sure. Gerry, what do you think?”
Patrick had been
watching with admiration as Lee handled his parents with complete aplomb. He
was therefore startled when Gerry spun around and glared at him
“Patrick? Lee
was lucky. He hasn’t broken anything, he doesn’t have concussion. He’ll heal.”
“Yes, very
lucky—”
Gerry ignored
his interruption. He’d been a sergeant in the army in younger days and was well
used to people listening to him talk. “But he’s badly sprained his wrist, and he’s
seriously bruised all over. He won’t be able to come straight back to work.”
“Of course not!
I wouldn’t expect him to.”
“And I’m
actually here, guys, remember?” Lee sighed, though no one turned in his
direction.
“You being his
boss and all that?” Gerry had a very belligerent tone when he chose to use it.
“I thought you might be here to chase that up.”
Good God. “No, it’s fine. I’m here
as his friend, not his boss. And to be honest, I don’t know yet when—or if—I’ll