“This is some heavy stuff for an eight-year-old. Megabytes. Hard drive. Keyboard.” “Yeah, and I gotta know it all for the test tomorrow.” Kenny patted the sofa cushion next to him. “Well, why don’t you sit here, and I’ll help you study.” “Cool.” Jordan bounced down hard on the sofa. “Sorry. Mom said if I came over I had to be real careful around you ‘cause you’re still recu--” He frowned. “Recuperating,” Kenny said. “Yeah, that’s it.” Kenny hadn’t talked to Holly since the day she’d accused him of being a coward and run out of the house. That was nearly four months ago. He’d only been home a few days after leaving the rehab center. He knew she’d visited him in the hospital. He’d been pretty out of it the day of his surgery, but he remembered thinking he could smell her presence.
