"I get it, Dad. I'm sorry I did that."

Then he completely surprised me. He pulled his eyes away from his screen and gave me a slight smile. "I think Hank must've gone twenty feet in the air over Estelle's car. That video would've gotten at least a million hits, pal."

     I thought it was really cool he had watched the entire thing.

Then he asked, "So how is Hank?"

"He's fine, Dad. He landed right in the middle of the fountain—didn't even get a scratch!" I was so happy I wasn't getting banned from the RACK that I really didn't get what he was asking me.

Dad gently steered me to the real subject. "No, no, pal. I know he's okay—I mean, I know he's pretty sick. How's he doing?"

Funny thing was I didn't really know how he was doing. I told my dad about Bones texting me early in the morning and how he fell down running at the track, and, of course, I told him about Bones turning down a bowl of Froot Loops. I also told him that Bones already had a plan to find a cure.

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