It took weeks upon weeks of doing basically nothing, but Carmen’s arm healed up just fine. She saw no reason to go to the hospital; she had broken her arm by falling off the monkey bars in sixth grade. No big deal there. As her arm healed, Carmen found many things to do: paint the nails of the broken arm, watch television, read some old classic books, paint small pictures, cut her hair—basic one armed tasks.
Carmen continued to have lunch with Zeke on a near-daily basis, and had dinner with Aaron every night. Though she knew very well what he was capable of, Carmen chose to look past that and ignore it, as she always had. Yes, there would be scars, but not if you didn’t think about it.
Zeke’s many protests didn’t stop her from being with Aaron, though. If anything, she just felt more compelled to be with him. He had moved from Nebraska to Bridgeport to be with her, after all.