And I very nearly laughed, because that man did not open a door for me once in nine months.
“I need Otis’s bag.”
And he pulled it out of the boot and put it down on the pavement at my feet.
And when I went to bend for it the pain went across my middle so hard that my vision did something, and a nurse came out from the doors at a run.
“Ma’am — do not bend like that. You’ve had abdominal surgery five days ago.”
And my husband rolled his eyes and said: “Can we all stop turning this into a medical emergency?”
And something in me went completely still. Not angry. Still.
And about four minutes later he drove off with his mother and his father and his sister laughing in my car, and I was standing on a pavement holding our son.
