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

You can sit down.

No crutches?

Then crawl.

That Sunday kitchen was not really about pie.

It was an extreme version of the same rule.

Phyllis believed another person’s no became less important if she considered her own reason good enough.

That is entitlement in its simplest form.

Clara’s recovery therefore became partly about reclaiming no.