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 confronted her.
“You cannot keep using the spare key.”
Phyllis:
“I gave it back.”
“You made a copy.”
“No.”
“Then how did you get inside?”
Long silence.