Chapter Eleven I zzy heard the uneven limp of Owen behind her. “What are you doing?” he asked.She smiled to herself and continued through the door that led down the steps to the garage, a box in her arms. “I’m learning a new language while teaching myself tiddly winks.”“Okay, fine. Laugh at me.” He sounded out of sorts, but nowhere near the dark mood he’d been in after their visit to the fire station a few days before. This one was more of a boyish, it’s-a-rainy-day-and-there’s-nothing-to-do variety. He was walking better and his wrist was starting to itch beneath the plaster.“He’s bored,” Izzy whispered to herself as she hitched the box higher in her hands and set it on one of the two towers she’d created. This latest carton had been delivered that morning, but she’d moved the others down here before. There were twelve altogether now, and at some point she was going to have to find a new storage spot for them. There were other tasks on her list first, however.She climbed the steps only to find Owen waiting for her at the top.
