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
Ridiculous.
Then one day Clara saw me avoiding a bag in the grocery aisle.
She laughed.
“Are you afraid of Yukon Golds?”
“No.”
“You are.”
“I am not.”
She put a bag in the cart.