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Learning to Fall: rocky road.
In the car Uncle Jacob pushed me onto the hump. I hate riding the hump. His knees were all scuffed and bloody, rubbing up against mine until he clapped them together so he wouldn't get any blood on me, "THWAP!"

At the clapping sound we all looked at him, embarrassed for some reason at his clapping legs.

"If any of you say that my thighs are fat," he wagged his finger at all of us, Momma's wagging finger. "Or if you even think my thighs are fat," he broke into a smile, "I will not pay for the ice cream we are about to eat."

Uncle Jacob instructed Alex to pull over at the Dairy Queen.

"Peanut Buster Parfait, please." I laid my cast up on the counter with a thud.

"Rocky Road for me," Jacob said over top my head, resting his chin on my noggin. "Might as well keep the theme alive."

Sometimes, well, most of the time, I just don't get what he says.

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