Mom, probably, like the shower stool, had arranged a pile of large, rectangular bandages on the countertop, and she picked up one of them and peeled the paper backing off.
She hadn't wanted to look at her leg. She liked her long, graceful, shapely legs, and didn't really want to face the possibility she may never be able show them off again.
She sighed.
"It's not so bad," Bunny whispered.
It was though, in Lisa's opinion.
A red line, eight or nine inches long, perfectly straight with evenly spaced staples about every half inch, started just above her knee, not on the front of her thigh, not on the side but halfway between. About the mid point of that line, another line, not even close to being straight, branched off and zigzagged three or four inches toward the front of her thigh and
