I checked Felix’s temperature a lot more than I should. A fever could be a sign of infection, and an infection could be the body rejecting the kidney. So far there were no signs of it at all. Everything was going well, and his growth spurt was already starting. Basically, his body was adapting to being healthy and was trying to gain what it had lost due to his sickness. He was thriving. Another reason for his perkiness was that he loved Tommy and me together as a couple. When he was released from the hospital, Mel and Mom had ganged up on Tommy to tell him that there was no way they’d let him go home to his shithole of an apartment. He had to choose: our place or Brick’s place. He chose our place—in my bed. I wasn’t convinced the doctor had really said that two weeks was long enough to wait for sex, but he’d said it while he was fingering me, so I’d agreed that if we were careful, and he promised that he’d stop if it hurt, we could have some careful sex.
