When I Was Four, My Mother Left Me Alone in a Church—Twenty Years Later She Returned Crying, “We Need You”

The letter could be addressed later.

Today belonged to surgery.

PART 39 — THE HARVEST

I woke with deep soreness around my hips and lower back.

Not an iron bar splitting me in half.

Not painless either.

A nurse checked my blood pressure.

Helped me sit.

My throat was dry.

Florence was there.