“So how was the group? Did you have a good time?” JoJo asked as she removed her apron from her neck. Clearing her hands of soapsuds, she picked up her waiting mug and made her way into the living room. “It was…okay,” I stared into oblivion. “Just okay?” she looked puzzled “Yeah, it was okay.” “What the hell is with you right now? You look completely out of it. Are you having side effects from the Riluzole?” “No. No, sorry.” “Wait, how did you get home? I totally would have come to get you, but you bolted off the phone.” “Lee,” was all I got out as I stared into nothingness. “What?” “Lee, brought me home.” “You mean Mr. Paper Crane?” “Yep,” I finally snapped out of it. “Wait. What? I am so lost right now. I thought he was the mechanic.” “He is, but I guess he volunteers to run the support group as well.” “That would sort of explain why he was in the parking lot at the neurologists to begin with.” “He gave me another crane,”
