And therein lies the dilemma, because seeking medical attention means drawing the attention of his parents. Which is the LAST thing he wanted right now.
The most common thing heard around our foster home: “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!” followed by a frantic “IT’S FINE! YOU’RE FINE!” and a more desperate “Don’t tell mom!!”
Me, eating cereal for breakfast: “Meh.” Me, eating cereal for dinner: (in a French accent) “Aah! The flavor! The consistency! Tres magnifique! No other cuisine on earth can achieve such perfection!”
Plot Twist: those house shoes are actually the gutted carcass of the mascots who went after Gene. That’s why none of them dared to show up at his doorsteps ever again.
And therein lies the dilemma, because seeking medical attention means drawing the attention of his parents. Which is the LAST thing he wanted right now.