Chapter 37

Everyone promptly ran to the doorway, but Frank was nowhere to be seen. Only Tidus was there, clutching his arm and wobbling as he hurried back. "Tidus? Where's Frank?" Kenny promptly asked. "No. That pompous bastard said my father's thorax was maimed during his youth and was already nearing death," Tidus growled through his teeth. "He demanded that my father go to him personally—I was going to argue, but he dislocated my shoulder!" "What?!" Kenny exclaimed furiously. "He's so full of himself! I'll bring him here myself!" "Hold it!" Dan suddenly barked and ran right up to Tidus. "What did you say? How does he know about your father's injury during his youth?!" Tidus did a double take. "No, he's just spewing crap. My father never mentioned anything like that…" Dan sighed lengthily. "Actually, it did happen, but he had supposedly made a full recovery. Also, only he and I are aware… Not even Vicky Turnbull would have known!" Everyone traded glances at that. Frowning, Norman sugge