Tin Toys, Ch 7

[moon_custafer]

“Nothing to worry about,” Healy repeated, patting Mrs. Alexander’s hand. “Just a scratch. Caught my arm on the staircase railing.”

“I’m—“ she caught herself. “We should get you home anyway so I can take a look at it.”

“But you take so few nights for yourself, Maminka, you shouldn’t have to miss the movie.”