Chapter 2
Late Fall, 1970
Six Months After Carol Olson is taken
Janet Cameron pulled on the heavy leather glove with her teeth, trying to get it securely seated on her left hand, her tiny, curled-up right hand lying still in its usual place on her lap. The glove finally on, she looked down, making sure her wheelchair’s leather lap belt was snugly fastened, before zipping up her dark gray hip-length parka. She was wearing a below-the-knee, red plaid skirt, with full-leg heavy black stockings on both legs; her feet dressed in calf-high, light brown rubber-soled hiking boots. Her left foot was on the carpeted floor, and her paralyzed r
You know foot ball is a dangerous game. Those helmets can't protect us. We still get injured and we still break or necks or limbs, he still come home with cuts and bruises crying that our head hurts. But you won't have to worry about me doing that any more mom. I broke my neck playing this Devils game that my father loved so much. Now I'm sitting at home strapped in a big bulky wheelchair, ventilator dependent, brain damaged and paralyzed. A C2 complete.
Now wait let me take you back to before all of this happened.
It was a nice summer day, my friends and I were heading to the park to play some football now of course we didn't have helmets