But some little thing in the area may go untouched.The Guardsmen helped us open the garage door and we drove the car out of the garage and headed to s...hool. Mom wanted the people there to know we were alive and well. They greeted us like long, lost heroes.We felt a little sheepish about all the attention but it was nice they were concerned about us. We picked up a little homework for me. It was only a day's worth since the school was closed for the previous couple of days due to the tornado.We. ‘Fucking hell’ I thought, all fucking day and why now? I hurriedly put on my dressing gown to hide my massive stalk and opened the door, there stood a youngish man. “I’m selling the Big Issue would you like to buy one” he said showing me some I.D.I said “How old are you?” and he replied “23”, I said you English? He said “No Polish” then I asked him “I’ll buy two, what are you going to do for them” he answered “What do you mean”, I asked him into the kitchen, when I’d shut the door I opened up. There was something wrong with his left wrist, also, the joint looked odd, though it didn't hurt. It doesn't hurt yet, he amended the thought.You're old. You'd better call an ambulance, he thought, and tried to sit up. Dull pain flared into white heat from his left side, where he'd bounced off the stair. Oh shit! I've broken my hip.Resolute, Jack knew minutes would matter. Despite the pain, he pulled himself to the kitchen, sort of using his good leg to push while he pulled with his right arm.. That should tell you." Gotcha, old hoss," said Ned. He stood up. "Now, I gotta get me some grub before they start scrapin' the bottom of the barrel of mystery sauce."Richie watched Ned go, then tipped back his can and slurped the remaining soda. He placed the empty can in front of him on the table and flattened it with a sudden strike of his fist that made Cassie gasp in surprise."Sorry," muttered Richie. "Anyway, it's been great shits and giggles but I gotta go." Go?" Cassie said. "There's.