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
Months later we were at a hardware store.
She walked from paint aisle to checkout.
Got in the car.
Then froze.
“What?”
“I didn’t think about my legs.”
There.
Better.
