Lori Beth made the phone call to the doctor's office on her way to the airport and got an appointment for Richie at eight - thirty the next morning. She told the story to the doctor's office what happened, but said that Richie told her that he did try to get the bullet out at the Memphis Hospital in Memphis, but they couldn't get it out.
"How big is the bullet, Mrs. Cunningham?" the doctor wanted to know.
"I don't know. I haven't seen him yet. I'm picking him up at the airport right now, so that's your job to find out tomorrow," Lori Beth told the doctor as they got off the phone.
Lori Beth got Richie's suitcase and carried it for him, knowing he probably wouldn't want to carry it himself. He saw Lori Beth looking for him.
"I'm over here, Lori Beth," he said, waving her over to where he was waiting.
"Richie, your father knows what happened about the gunshot. He's worried," Lori Beth told her husband.
"Who told him? You?" Richie asked.
"I never told your parents anything about the gunshot. Fonzie probably told them," Lori Beth guessed.
"Could be. I was going to tell them myself. Where are Richie Junior and Sarah?" he asked as they walked to the car, but he was slower than she.
"They're at your parents' house. We'll leave them there for tonight. You have a doctor's appointment tomorrow morning at eight - thirty about that bullet of yours," Lori Beth told him.
"The doctor out in Memphis suggested I tell the doctor about that," Richie said.
Richie was thinking of trying to talk to Potsie that night, since they didn't get to talk earlier. Potsie was wondering why Richie didn't talk to him earlier.
"Velma, I was going to talk to Richie earlier, but he had to leave. The maid was coming into the room, so that's why we had to get off so soon. Maybe I should try calling his cell," Potsie said.
"Leave him alone until he calls you back," Velma suggested.
Potsie didn't hear what she said, so he picked up the phone and called Richie on the cell phone. Richie let the phone go, so he wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone. He was too painful to talk even for a minute. He did hear the cell phone ring, but let it ring and take the voice mail. Potsie left a message and got off the phone.