Warren's shock and disappointment was broken only by a startling observation. "Hey, you're not limping anymore! Your ankle feels better already?"
"Well, the pain kind of comes and goes," Connor explained. "Yeah, see, there it is. I can feel it again now that I've been putting weight on it." He limped a little as he took a couple more steps.
"Um, dude, you're limping on the wrong foot!"
"s**t!" Connor said.
"OK, what's going on here?"
Connor walked back over to the couch with no trace of a limp or pain in his ankle. He sat down on the couch and gestured for Warren to join him. He shrugged. "Happy birthday, man!"
Warren's face lit up instantly. "You remembered," he said softly. The look of confusion soon returned. "But, wait, what does your injury have to do with my birth
