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DocTORS WERE LUNATICS， Stephen Dumont decided.
Creative lunatics with a bent for coming up with absurd
euphemisms. Some discomfort was a polite little ditty
that should be spelled p-a-i-n. And temporary immo-
bility meant a person s knee was going to be about as
i flexible as a concrete lamppost.
With a grunt of exertion， Stephen leaned on his cane
and lifted himself from the third chair he d rested in since
leaving his personal suite. He took a tentative step. An
oath forced its way through lips compressed in deter-
mination. A sharp dagger of pain stabbed through Ste-
phen s thigh muscle. And a man accustomed to skiing，
skating and bounding through life once again planted the
L tip of his fancy new cane into the thick wool carpet to
r brace his next taxing step.
~ The doctor， his mother， his sisters had all advised him
! to take it slow， to keep the wheelchair handy for a few
!4 days so he could pace his recovery. But after six weeks of
being imprisoned in a plaster cast and grounded to that
chair， Stephen had wanted it out of his sight. He had de-
manded it be relegated to the Chalet Dumont storage
room from whence it had come， to wait for the next skier
unfortunate enough to challenge gravity and lose.
He d been holding on to art idea for six weeks: once the
cast was off his leg， he would get up and walk， instantly
restored， as though the accident had never happened.
Now the pain dKove home the unpalatable truth: his re-
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