Bernadette put him through to me because she thought I’d want it.
He said, “Ma’am, I’m sorry, I know this isn’t a real emergency, my mom says I’m being — “
And I said the only thing I have ever known how to say about any of this.
“Son.
What’s the date of the surgery?”
“Thursday.”
“Then we’re going to get it done by Thursday,” I said.
“That’s all we’re doing today.
