A boy named Sous

The doctor looked up at her over his glasses. "I'm assuming you mean you before this break." If she'd broken any bones while his patient was in a cast and yet managed to look so completely healthy, he was going to want to know her secret.

"Of course she does," Priestly said. "Now, come on, the lady just offered me ice cream, let's get this show on the road."

The doctor shook his head, used to a fair amount of impatience from patients at the end of the healing process and started up the saw, bending down to position it by the edge of the cast and start cutting. It took a little bit of extra time to get through the little rainbow down near his ankle, which Tia had painted on, and Priestly grimaced. "Mental note: no more painting the casts."