remarkable.” Troy chuckled and rocked back and forth on the rear legs of his chair, which was something they had been trying to get him to stop doing since he was a child. He was a man now. If he wanted to break his neck that was fine with Joy, she wasn’t going to look after him! “Stop rocking on your chair, Troy, for goodness’ sake!” she snapped, because she would end up looking after him, no matter how old he was, and he’d be a terrible patient. Troy stopped. “Sorry, Mum.”
