Joel
The plane landed fifteen minutes ago, and I laid my head back thinking of the party I’m about to walk into. I sighed heavily, this was not the coming home party I wanted. Hell, I didn’t even want a coming home party. I just wanted to go to my house, which was blessedly an hour from my parents house, and fall into bed.
But no, my mother was throwing me a welcome home party that came with five women she was trying to set me up with. I guarantee they were properly vetted, young, beautiful and have some kind of accomplishment.
My left leg twinged where my prosthetic met my left thigh and I rubbed it. I needed to get in to see a doctor. It’s been hurting a lot more lately. Of course, I’ve been on it a lot more lately, so that could be the reason. My muscles still got inflamed.
