Bex just hobbled over to my desk to inquire about her potentially broken foot. “Do you think it’s broken?” she asked me after removing her shoes and exposing the bruise.
“I’m not sure.”
I then proceeded to alternate my gaze from Bex’s foot to this WebMD image, saying, “Ummmm,” with every turn of my head.
We reached no conclusion and Bex hobbled back.

