The phone had been ringing off the hook all day. Everyone Lance knew, had called to make sure he was ok. The papers had been making a huge deal out of his attack. Everyone from family and friends to business contacts. Iris had called to make sure he was still able to do the Venus spread at the end of the week. He saw no reason he shouldn’t he was feeling better. It still hurt a little, but he was up and walking around on his own. He was sure he’d be fine by the time the flight left Monday morning.
Lance was hanging up the phone when his parents walked off the elevator. “What do you think you are doing?” His mother growled. “You should not be up and walking around.” She scolded.
“I’m fine I swear I barely feel it anymore.”
“Ridiculous, sit down before you pop a stitch. Where is that gir
