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Jagged

Up the porch steps he urged himself, right arm hanging limply at his side. His face was contorted in a controlled grimace. With his left hand, he opened the screen door. “Mom,” he said slowly, “I have a broken arm…” She responded in a mildly panicked tone, “What? How do you know?” Confused by his lack of emotion and because he expressed no pain, she moved toward him. He turned his right arm slowly because of the dull, throbbing, pain. With the wrist side of his right arm extended, he revealed the injury. “Look, Mom.” Her dark eyes bulged at the sight of the protruding bone, along the jagged tear in his skin. Droplets of blood seeped and oozed from the wound. All she calmly said in response to the sight was, “Okay.”  However, there was a noticeable tremor in her voice. She went to the kitchen and hastily grabbed a clean tea towel. Moving toward him and she turned his left shoulder slowly, not wanting to touch his right side. They moved carefully through toward th