My Family Tried to Bribe Me After My Niece Broke My Seven-Year-Old Son’s Arm
“Thank you, Arthur,” I said, picking up my purse and keys.
At three o’clock that afternoon, I sat in a blue vinyl chair in the physical therapy clinic at St.
Jude Regional Medical Center.
Dr.
Aris unwrapped the light blue foam support sleeve from Toby’s right arm and set it on a stainless steel tray.
Dr.
Aris pulled up the digital X-ray on the wall monitor, showing the solid white line where the humerus had knit back together.
“Three months ago, those steel pins held the fracture in place,” Dr.