Once Ronnie was cleaned and bandaged, he ended up sleeping most of the day away. Though he tried to coax Jim into curling up in bed with him, the sound of Grandpa pulling up outside put a kibosh on that before he really had a chance. Considering he winked out within moments of Jim shutting the door behind him, it was probably for the better.
When he woke up, the room was dusky, his body a mass of bone-deep aches. He had bruises on his shoulders from where he’d collided with the dining room chairs, and Jim had found a gash on his back Ronnie hadn’t even known was there, but nothing more was broken, and his leg didn’t feel the worse for the fight. He could live with that.
The clock read four forty. Not as late as he’d thought, but his room was on the east side of the house. With the curtai
