sitting position. I felt my heart stop and start as I
gasped. His right eye was black and blue and there
was an ugly swelling just under it.
"What happened?" I cried.
"I walked into a door," he said.
"Harley! Tell me!"
He looked down, took a deep breath and then
began.
"When I came home after your party. Roy and I
had a bad argument. I lost my temper and swung a
chair at him. He dodged it and I went head over heels
and slammed my face into the bottom of the chair. I
nearly knocked myself out."
"Are you telling the truth. Harley? He didn't hit
you?"
"I wish he had," he said. "How do you think I
feel having done this to myself? Instead, he scooped
me up, threw me over his shoulder, carried me up to
my room where he slapped me down in this bed and
then went and got me a piece of steak. Little good it
did. huh?"
"You look terrible." I said, unable to hide the
truth.
"I know, That's why I didn't brush my teeth and
my hair and go off to school."
"You've got to go back to school, and you can't
wait for this to heal. Harley. There aren't many days
left for classes."
"What difference will it make?"
"I thought we had decided I would help you