Earstripe looked from Galen to Piper and back again, frowning. “Something wrong between bone-doctor and tomato-man?” “Nothing of consequence,” said Piper. That hurt. It shouldn’t have hurt, but it did. Galen felt as if someone had taken a chisel and gouged a line out of his sternum. Nothing of consequence. He’d been lying awake and tormenting himself for days over nothing of consequence.
OH MY CHEST ACHES BITCH
