“Yeah, thanks,um, do you have your edibles with you?”
She frowned.“Does a bear shit in the woods? What do you need?”
“Not me,” Iadmitted. “Huck.”
“Oh, shit.” Shegrabbed her purse and unzipped it. “His knee?”
“Yes,” Iwhispered. “How’d you know?”
“I’ve seen thevideo.”
“Video?”
She paused inher search for her gummies and asked, “You haven’t seen the video?”
“What video?”
“The video thattook him out of the game?”
“There’s avideo?” I squeaked.
“Yeah, Ducky,there’s a video.” She handed me a baggie of gummies, then grabbed her phone,pulling up the footage of the ‘incident.’
As I watched it,I nearly threw up. Huck’s lower leg basically went the opposite way that a legshould and the primal yell of pain as his body hit the ice was guttural, andheart wrenching.
It also wasn’tan accident.
I swallowedseveral times and nodded. “Email that to me.”
“Are you okay?”
“No,” I rasped.“But email it to me, anyway.” I met her eyes. “How strong are those?”
“Are thoseturtles?”
I looked down atthe baggie. “Yep.”
“Thirtymilligrams. Keep the bag.”
“Thanks.” Inodded again and headed back to Huck. “Here, honey, please take one of these.They’re thirty milligrams.”
“You got two inthere?”
“There’s six.”
“Let’s startwith two,” he said, and I handed him the baggie.
I cupped hischeek. “Do you want to go?”
“No, I’m good, we’lljust give it a few for this shit to kick in.”
I gently tuggedon his beard. “Don’t be a hero.”
“I won’t.”
“We’re on thetenth frame now, so I’ll roll yours, okay?”
He nodded, and Ileaned down to kiss him gently before heading back to the line to bowl my turn,then his.
