Your left hand is less damaged, some fractures."I assisted in the operation; we were at it for five hours which is why I look like shit this afternoon... so I can tell you honestly that your left hand should recover."Your right is a different matter. There's no way of knowing how much use you'll get back. You will get some use back, but there's little chance of full use. Sorry. We did what we could."Ged sank back onto the pillows, defeated. How could he go on without playing his music? He felt. Either way, her parents would have been shocked senseless had they known just what road their daughters fingers had travelled in recent times. In a moment of self-assertive bravado, she had even emailed the author telling him how she had enjoyed his tales of erotic fantasy if not aggravated sexual dysfunctionality. Imagining herself in the fictional girls dilemma, was usually sufficient to precipitate a really good nights sleep! Upon receiving a reply from the author however, she was not too. ''It does,' I confirm, before smirking as I get a notification thatanother friend has just signed in. I minimise the group chat for nowand open up another chat window with my newly arrived friend.'Hey Ian!' I type, followed by several 'smiling' emojis.'Hey Laura,' Ian replies. 'Great seeing you this afternoon, you werereally good today.''Thanks,' I type, accompanied by a 'smug' emoji that matches my real-life facial expression. 'You weren't bad either, strumming away on yourguitar!''Yeah, but. "Mrs Miller?" We both said, "Yes." Got your food delivery here Mrs Miller." He stood by what looked like asack barrow loaded with three large plastic containers and what seemedto be a large wicker basket on the top."Don't get that many special orders anymore but the hamper was speciallyordered for you." He passed the hamper onto our front step and waitedpatiently whilst we emptied the other containers."Merry Christmas," he said as he left us whistling as he walked down ourpath back to his.