Carol smiled a little, “Oh, it hasn’t been pretty. Addicts and thugs thinking they can band together to take over the city. The Slaughterhouse Nine-”
Yes, tell me what you know of the Nine, Alan.
Alan shook his head in amazement.
“My husband was gravely injured in the attack, you might have heard.”
You were lucky to have Amy, even if it took her a while to help out.
“Richard mentioned it.”
Now who’s that? One of the partners?
“Head injury. Could barely feed himself, could barely walk or speak.”
“Amy’s a healer, isn’t she?”
“Amy has always insisted she couldn’t heal brain injuries.”
But… she did. Is Mark covering for Amy?
Alan winced. “I see. The worst sort of luck.”
Carol smiled, but it wasn’t a happy expression. “So imagine my surprise when, after weeks of taking care of my husband, wiping food from his face, giving him baths, supporting him as he walked from the bedroom to the bathroom, Amy decides she’ll heal him after all.”
Eeesh. Yeah, no, she isn’t happy about that revelation.
I mean, sure, she’ll appreciate that Mark did ultimately get healed, I should hope, but the fact that Amy didn’t do it before when she apparently could…
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