Jeff stared at his foot, not knowing whether to laugh or throw something.
What a dirty trick. They’d waited until he slept deeply following the surgery, a combination of pain, shock, and anesthesia.
They’d painted his toenails. Bright, red/orange. And because of other injuries, he couldn’t reach his foot to wipe the stuff off. Couldn’t pull a sock over his foot to hide it.
Well, their time was coming. He had several months in which to plot his revenge.