Two Tiny Punctures in My Son’s Hospital Cup Led to a Timeline My Husband Couldn’t Explain

Then she pushed the toast toward me.

“Eat before it gets cold.”

I looked at her.

“That sounds familiar.”

She drew the plate back with a rueful smile.

“Then eat it cold, if that’s what you want.”

I laughed, and she did too.

It was a small laugh with no conclusion attached.