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 ...