Saranson at the local hospital on the Wednesday after I started school. He flew in from Denver that morning just to examine me and make sure everything was still attached properly, I guess. He actually made that joke during the appointment, and I’m not ashamed to say I laughed pretty hard. I’m a big fan of bad jokes, as I’m sure you’ve noticed. “Travis,” he said. “You couldn’t be in better health. I’ll admit I was a little worried that Jeremy’s body would be weak after all he went through, but you seem to have been the right cure for that. Your head, anyway. How’s your appetite?” “He can’t eat enough. We’re keeping Whole Foods in business,” Mom said. “That’s good. Very good. And how’s school?” “It’s okay. Weird but okay.” “He’s already made a new friend,” Dad said. “Hey there. That was quick. No surprise, though. Just be careful they’re not in it for your fame.” He chuckled to himself, staring down at his clipboard. He eventually asked my parents to give us a few minutes, and we talked about Jeremy Pratt a little more.
