A Nurse Mentioned the Woman Visiting My Dying Husband—Then She Came to My Door With a Letter About a Five-Year-Old Boy
It began with a disagreement about how large a plastic dinosaur ought to be.
Within minutes, they were on the rug together, making rules I could not entirely follow.
Denise and I sat where we could see and hear them without directing every exchange.
I brought water and the snack we had agreed would be appropriate.
I checked the practical things beforehand, including any care information I needed for the visit, rather than treating familiarity with Simon as knowledge of Leo.
He asked where the bathroom was.