Just got back from visiting Levi

We took three dozen gingerbread cookies and talked for about half an hour. First of all, he looks bloody awful. His eyes are a special kind of bloodshot, huge dark rings underneath, he can't open his mouth very far. Presumably because it's wired shut. He has stitches underneath his lip where some gravel went through. He was pretty lively, though. He's into WWII now, and knows quite a lot. Tanks, conspiracy theories, the works. I was impressed. Ethan and Ben weren't much in evidence. Ethan came in for a bit. He seemed a bit more hyper than usual, which is a terrifying thing in Ethan. Ben was quiet. Mrs. Amen is in rehab, with what sounds like a concussion. She sounded disoriented and stuff. Mr. Amen was pretty normal. I didn't ask whether the sheriff is pressing charges or not. Wanted to, though. The dog--a new addition--was hyper and adorable, normal adolescent canine. I love 'em at that stage. His name seems to be Ranger, and he was delighted to have someone to play with. Levi's grandma was there too, looking after him in his mother's absence. Apparently she married or nearly married--not clear on this, obviously--a nisei Japanese from North Platte who was drafted. So we discussed internment a bit. We stayed fifteen minutes past when we were supposed to come home, it was so interesting. And now I really need to go make spaghetti, being already late and all. We promised to bring Doug next time; he missed because tonight's his first Krav class.