But Little Tony drank a lot, and was hooked on pain killers big-time. Not aspirins, either. I'm talking Percs, Oxys, morphine. Big. Time. It seems his...back was fucked up, which caused constant pain. And a couple of limbs were bent. And he lost an eye, so they gave him a glass one.The thing I didn't know about glass eyes, is you don't just get one and wear it forever. They wear out. And your eye-socket changes shape, and a bunch of other shit happens that I don't know nothing about. But I know. ‘I definitely advise against it.’ The Doctor blurted as he began to escape out the door. ‘You need to let those stitches do their job and keep that incision closed. Any wrong move and it could rupture and bleed again and infection could set in. No…I advise against it.’ The Doctor said firmly. ‘Doc…I haven’t missed opening day of duck hunting in years and I’m not gonna let this be the first.’ I was serious now. It was starting to appear that I wasn’t hunting this years opening day. My Mother. Natalie responded with a tinge of anger and she began silently counting down from ten. “So, are you going to talk to him today?” Lauren continued, as she stacked the virtual logs in the furnace. “For what, Lauren?” Natalie gave the side-eye and the neck-roll this go ‘round. Her count was at five. “To get him some help,” Lauren added while sprinkling the virtual kindling with gasoline. “Not even. Lauren, please,” Natalie scoffed as her mental count landed on three. “Why not?” Lauren smirked. .. It'll be fine," he said.She stared at him. "You seriously think that?"He shrugged. "Yes." That wasn't the truth. In point of fact, he just hadn't thought about it much. So she was going away for most of the summer, to some music camp. She'd done it every year. What was it going to be like without her? He had simply no idea at all, so what was the point of wondering?And yet something niggled in the back of his head: that he already knew. That losing her for the summer would be no different.