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
Pecan pie.
The pie was the problem.
“Only Clara makes it right.”
That was apparently enough reason to make a woman with two fractured legs crawl across a kitchen.
PART 4 — SARAH
My cousin Sarah arrived early carrying bakery sweets.
She expected:
Clara on sofa.
Phyllis cooking.
Instead: