At 30,000 Feet, I Watched My Wife Crawl Across the Floor With Both Legs in Casts While My Mother Hid Her Crutches—Then I Noticed What Was Recording Behind Them
I’m not supposed to bear weight.”
My mother answered:
“Doctors say lots of things.”
By noon, Phyllis had decided the traditional Sunday family dinner would still happen.
Fourteen relatives.
Barbecue.
Potatoes.
Salad.