I Spent Nearly Two Weeks Recovering From Surgery and My Husband Never Visited Once—Then I Came Home and Froze at the Front Door
“You want to paint the house breakfast-colored?”
I had forgotten the conversation.
Apparently he had not.
I stepped inside.
The old flickering ceiling fixture was gone.
A simple glass light hung in its place.
The warped floorboard that had caught my slipper almost every morning for eleven years had been repaired.
The crack along the living-room ceiling had disappeared beneath fresh plaster.