Chapter 112: Distractions

I guess I shouldn't have been surprised to find Daisy on my sofa again, or her softly caring way of hovering around me as I made coffee-probably a bad idea to pour caffeine on a concussion, but whatever-and tried to go about my morning routine like nothing happened.

Made worse when Mom appeared, tsking at my cup of java, offering up two pills I swallowed reluctantly but knew if I was going to manage to function today past the pain I had to have them. And finally exhaled in irritation at the pair of them as they stared at me in anxious silence as if any second now I'd keel over and require assistance.

"Thank you," I said, standing on shaking knees and gently but firmly guiding them both to the stairs. "But unless you plan to have a shower with me-no thanks!-you two can do me a huge solid and go upstairs and make sure this place isn't falling apart."