My Mother-in-Law Took My SUV Keys, and Then My Father Showed Up

“Show me the foot,” she said.

She pressed two fingers firmly along the outer side of my right ankle, and a sharp spike of pain shot straight up my calf.

“I twisted it on the gravel shoulder along Route 9,” I said.

“We need two images to check for fractures,” Dr.

Miller said, typing into her wall monitor.

“The technician is ready down the hall.”

Ten minutes later, Dr.

Miller pulled up the black-and-white X-ray images on the screen mounted by the door.