He felt as though he’d lost fifty pounds. He missed Troy something awful. He’d been bored out of his mind while his leg took for darned ever to heal. He wanted to ride bikes, roller blade, or go swimming. Anything that didn’t mean he had to sit still. But he wasn’t allowed to do that stuff yet. First he had to do dumb, boring physical therapy. His mom invited Troy over to watch TV with him on several occasions. Mrs. Kelley said Troy didn’t feel like going anywhere or seeing anyone. Luke wished they could read comic books together or something. If they had to stay inside, at least they could do it together. But Mrs. Kelley kept saying Troy wasn’t ready to see anyone. He wouldn’t even talk on the phone. Troy was really, really mad about his feet. Luke didn’t think he was a freak, he thought he was a hero. He hadn’t told a single soul about Troy’s toes and he never would. He hoped Troy wasn’t mad at him anymore. Luke wanted to tell him thank you for saving him.
