Artifacts (a serialized story part 55) "You fall down a lot," Kerry said. People started moving on, realizing that nothing more was going to happen. It wasn't a fight or anything major, just another nobody doing something dumb. Aaron tried to read Kerry's face, but couldn't. Too many things there. But he thought at least that she wasn't mad at him. He started to stand up, wishing she'd stick out a hand, help him up, or kneel to help him gather his things. The first bell rang. She stood there looking at him, her books held one side, her cast dangling on the other. "I, uh, I just... I wanted to ask how you're do-" something in her face made him back away. "-your arm is doing." When she just stared at him, Dave impassive, he filled in the gap with "Cause it's broken I mean." "Right," she said. "It's broken. And now I won't be able to try out for football. Because it's broken. That's how my..." she paused as her voice grew husky, then abruptly turned away, practically running.