I take off a week on the doctor's advice. Everyone
seems to be glad to see me. Business as usual. I clock in at about 250;
On a break I run into Lara hi.
"Hi so what happened?"
"Oh I don't want to go through it again. It was a car accident."
"You seem okay." She glances up to the scar on my forehead.
"I guess I'll have to start combing my hair down huh?"
"No it doesn't look that bad at all. You should be proud of it...."
"Yeah wear it like a badge of war right?" I grin. She smiles nervously.
"I guess you're right."