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

Clara on tile.

My mother standing over her.

Crutches inaccessible.

Sarah said:

“Aunt Phyllis, what are you doing?”

Mom:

“Teaching her that everyone contributes.”

“She can’t stand.”