“You did what?” my uncle asked, not so nicely. He has a way of making an inquiry about one’s health sound like an interrogation.
“I fell. Out of the boat. I fell out of the boat.” I explained for what seemed like the hundredth time; when in truth it was merely the fifth or sixth.
But four had been to him. All in the last ten minutes.
I had even refrained from wearing a sling for what had been a dislocated shoulder, preferring a bit more pain to the increased attention and ridicule.
Besides, the whole evening was extremely enjoyable. And funny.
