Two Tiny Punctures in My Son’s Hospital Cup Led to a Timeline My Husband Couldn’t Explain
She shook her head.
“No.
I said it when I couldn’t keep pretending I hadn’t heard it.”
I let the distinction stand.
She didn’t need me to improve her account of herself to make her comfortable.
“I don’t know what will happen to him,” she said.
“Neither do I.”
“What if I remember something wrong?”