ON HIS WAY DOWN to grab a light breakfast the next morning, Ethan ran into Naomi, the director of community, who had arranged the big dinner a few nights ago for the Brain Trust—he wouldn’t be forgetting that glorious lasagna any time soon.
“Mr. Parker! How are you doing today? I hope your recovery is going well?”
Ethan smiled. “I feel like I’ve turned the corner on pain, and to be honest, I’m starting to feel like the whole injury was a blessing in disguise. I’m anxious to get home, but it has been fascinating to learn about all the cultural practices and values at The Grove.”
Naomi’s face lit up. “To be honest, I can’t imagine ...