"I don't think she's there yet," Anthonysaid, replacing the receiver. He moved his shoulder and the arm that lay heavily in its cast, feeling everything itch and nag.
"You're sure it was today?" Luke asked. He sat comfortably in the hospital chair as best he could, an ankle propped on the opposite knee.
"Pretty sure, yeah."
"You sound frustrated."
Anthony shot his half brother a wry glance. "Do I? I wonder why?"
Tugging on his ear, Luke made a face. "Look, whatever you want, it's okay with me. I just don't want to see you get taken in by her. You know what she's like better than anyone else, and if this incident has destroyed your memory of the turmoil you were put through by her, I can help you fill those gaps, brother. I'm here to help. Like I always have," he added a bit tightly.
