Adam was preparing for dinner. He placed his artificial arm on. That was quite a task for him as he had to attach a strap around his chest and back and tighten it over the remaining stump at his bicep.
The hand was a metal grasper as fingers.
He had only practiced with moving the metal pinchers a few times. It was very frustrating for him, he was finally catching on though. When he got back to Oregon, he would seek out a physical therapist.
He put on his crisp white dress shirt over his prosthetic arm and then his black suit Jacket.
With the fake arm, he almost felt whole.
He rubbed his face, he needed a shave. He rubbed the electric razor over his 5 o'clock shadow. He didn't have Hanna there to help him.
Spraying some expensive cologne that Hanna had given him after a day of sho
