Jillian, reaching in to hug Bryan’s dad: “Hi! Merry Christmas!”
Bryan’s dad, who might not know my name: “Hi, girl. How are you?”
“Good! How are you?”
“Well, I can’t bend over, but I don’t have to do that much.”
“What? Why can’t you bend over?”
“Pretty sure I broke two ribs on my one side.”
“What? Did you go to the doctor?”
“No, but this is what it felt like last time I broke my ribs? So I don’t need to go to the doctor.”
“…okayyyyy. Makes sense…? How did it happen?”
“I tripped over a log and fell onto a log.”
Of course.
Jillian Wyatt 