off the
knee-brace.
Rinaldi
sat on the
floor and
bent the
knee
gently
back and
forth. He
ran his
finger
along the
scar; put
his thumbs
together
over the
kneecap
and rocked
the knee
gently
with his
fingers.
“Is that
all the
articulation
you have?”
“Yes.”
“It’s a
crime to
send you
back. They
ought to
get
complete
articulation.”
“It’s a
lot better
than it
was. It
was stiff
as a
board.”
Rinaldi
bent it
more. I
watched
his hands.
He had
fine
