Phillip drives while Danny and I sit in the backseat. Danny’s head is resting on my shoulder, and his sore arm’s lying across my lap while I gently stroke his swollen fingers. Yeah, I know … Many, many girls would practically kill to be in my position. And let’s face it; even I am not immune to Danny’s charm. But, right now, that’s like the last thing on my mind because I know all too well what broken bones feel like. I’ve broken my right arm, my left wrist, and three different fingers while playing football with these boys. And
SHE IS SO CONSIDERATE
