an accident. No need for lawsuits.”
“Well, I also wanted to give you this,” she said and presented him with a round
Tupperware container.
“Thank you,” William responded, taking the dish.
“It's chicken noodle soup,” she informed him. “If you like it, I made it. If you
don't, it's Progresso.”
“I'm sure it's fine,” William said, taking a seat on the recliner. “Please take a
seat.”
William set the container on the table next to his chair.
“Are your children home?” she asked, pausing before sitting down.
“No,” William responded. “They're at their mother’s house. She took them so I could
heal up the rest of the week.”
Casey took a seat on the couch.
“Are you feeling better though?” she asked. “Everyone is concerned. They were even
thinking about canceling the show.”
“I'll be fine in a few days.” William pulled the lever on the side of the recliner
to extend the footrest. “Doctor said I need to keep it elevated.”
He winced as he straightened out his foot.
“Tell them not to cancel it,” he told her. “You did work hard on it.”
“Thank you,” Casey replied. “Now onto other matters.”
“Other matters?” William asked.
“Yes,” Casey responded, brushing a dangling hair behind her ear. “Other matters. I
thought you may have faked the injury to get out of giving me my reward.”
“Faked?” William muttered.
“Yes,” Casey began. “I came to make sure that you were still buying me dinner. I