Bandages, Christmas, and the Number Ten

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“Well, are you going to survive?”

I extended my hand to show everyone my left thumb encased in a swath of bandages. “Unfortunately. My nail’s probably a goner, though.”

“How did you shut your hand in the car door?” Mom asked.

“Talent.” I collapsed into a chair, accepting a plate of microwaved dinner. The injection of pain medication…