Peter grabbed my arm. “No. I’m fine. I’m okay. Really, Danielle.” He let out a short laugh. “I’m just kidding. You know.”
I stared hard into his eyes, studying him.
He made a face at me. He stuck out his teeth, crossed his eyes, and made his monkey face. The face that always cracks Mom and Dad up.
Then he laughed. “Stop staring at me like that. I’m fine. Really. I’m perfectly okay. What’s wrong with you two?”
Addie and I exchanged glances.
“I’m fine. I’ll show you!” Peter cried. He started jumping up and down on the couch cushions. Then he leapt to the floor and did a wild tap dance.
“See?”
Addie and I both laughed. “I think he’s definitely back to normal,” Addie said.
I still felt shaky. “Peter, you remember where you are now? You remember our names?”
“Duh,” he said.
“He’s back to normal,” Addie sighed.
Then his expression changed.