Not if you ignored the fact that he repeated everything he said, and if you didn’t mind that he jiggled like a Jello boy. He never sat still. But he had ideas. He was full of ideas. “Count the sections. Count them,” he said, as he hovered over Jeremy. “How many are there? How many?” “I don’t know...
He pulled them off, letting them drop as he blinked water out of his eyes. Then he lifted his hand to rub away the wetness. The movement sent waves of pain shooting to his shoulder and he yelped again. “Aaron? Is that you, Aaron?” Gran’s voice. “I’m in the basement,” she called. “I’ll be right up...