The ex-Mrs. Thompson walked to the side of the bed. She glanced at her former husband, then turned to Ryan.
“Well, he’s sitting up. That’s something. So, how is he doing?”
Ryan felt himself bristle. The b***h hadn’t even greeted André. She talked to Ryan as if the man in the bed couldn’t understand her. He looked beyond her to André, who had a wry smile on his handsome face and a twinkle in his eye. He stuck out his tongue at the back of her head. Then he winked at Ryan.
It was all Ryan could do to keep from laughing. He did note however, that Mr. T was able to volitionally will his tongue to do his bidding: another sign of recovery.
“Good morning, Mrs. Thompson,” Ryan said pointedly to emphasize her lack of manners. “Mr. Thompson is doing quite well as a matter of fact. He shows su
