EXTRAORDINARY

“God, I feel so sore,” Regina moans as she pushes away.

“You’re going to be sporting some lovely bruises when you get up tomorrow, I’m sure.” I shut the door and walk with her to the front door. “Just rest as much as you can. Don’t do anything stupid, and you’ll be back to normal soon.”

“Does that mean I get out of doing homework?”

“Sadly, no. I’ll let you off for the first few days, but you must get it done.”

Regina pouts.

“Dad! How can I work when my writing hand is broken?”

“We’ll talk to your teachers about it tomorrow. I’m sure we can work things out.” I open the front door. “In you go. I’m sure Grandma has something ready for you to eat.”

“I still feel sick.”

“You need to have something to eat.” I kiss her head. “In you go.”

For a moment, I think that Regina’s going to complain, but she sighs heavily and goes inside. I know Mom is going to look after her. It will delay her going back home, but when I spoke to her on the phone earlier, she was adamant about helping with her grand