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

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“Sorry.”

Then she tossed a Tupperware lid at me.

Healthy.

The bag of potatoes also lost its symbolic importance.

Pecan pie returned.

Sunday dinners changed completely.

Fourteen people no longer assemble because one woman announces it.