"Oh my god, that's so cute," Jessica said, almost in protest, tipping her head back to lay against the back of the couch. "You were scamps! You were little terrors! I don't feel bad about your leg at all, now, it's just the bill come due for your hooliganism."

This was a lie, she absolutely still did. But there also a weird sort of temperance in the idea that a broken leg was the sort of experience she should have been allowed as a child.