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
Store-bought?
“No.”
She made one.
Not because:
I am reclaiming my power.
Because she liked baking.
Sarah tasted it.
“This is annoyingly good.”