Patrick heard the car door slam and a few minutes later Justine walked in. She looked like a child who'd been in a prize fight.

"How'd it go?"

"The doctor said everything was healing up the way it should. He liked the cookies, though he only got to eat one. He said the nursing staff was voracious." Justine laughed, then winced slightly. "The bruises have gone down a lot but he said I could keep taking the pills for the pain since I was fine neurologically."

"I ...