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

Enough.

Then she locked herself inside the downstairs bathroom.

Sent it to me.

Afterward she returned to Clara.

Retrieved the crutches.

Called the orthopedic after-hours line.

Canceled dinner herself.

And refused to leave.