Two Tiny Punctures in My Son’s Hospital Cup Led to a Timeline My Husband Couldn’t Explain
“What exactly did he say?”
She looked toward the cafeteria doors.
“Ellen always has a medicine for something.”
“When?”
“Before anyone started talking about these cups.”
I wanted a date she wasn’t yet sure of.
She said she needed to think carefully about which conversation she remembered.
“Then don’t guess,” I said.