Time was passing. It was the only way Levy could put the feeling into words. His father had found a job in town at the supermarket and he was progressing in his therapy, told that the weights put on the metal insert would soon become the real leg. Cathy had smiled, and Leverette found he should copy her, stretching his mouth to fit her expression. He earned a pat on the knee – the real knee. Mrs. Reid invited the Bonnaire’s over to dinner at least once a week after the run-in with Molly. He always accepted with a polite nod and would help with the dishes before watching the girl feed the kittens, showing her the proper way to hold them and rub their stomachs afterwards to prevent any more stomachaches.
Time was passing, but it wasn’t moving forward. Leverette went out to town occasionally, to the pokemon center with Molly or to the caves to check on the Liepard who established her residence there. But the same time outside was spent, double, curled up in the bedroom, watching shadows creep up and down the halls. The meals eaten at the Ried’s apartment were quiet. Cathy had to call the apartment when he didn’t show up at the hospital, walking to the caves to bury in Khoshekh’s fur instead of walking a pre-determined line.
The days kept moving, as it always had. The season kept passing. The clock in the kitchen kept ticking. And the man kept to himself in the corner of the house, just as regular as it always was.
