« My MIL is currently rearranging my house, » I told her.
She winced sympathetically.
She was cheerful.
« Honestly, » I added, « she’s scarier than the surgery was. At least the surgery had anesthesia. »
The nurse laughed so hard she snorted, then apologized. I decided I liked her.
The ride home was a blur of potholes I felt in my ribs.
David kept the radio on low and answered my questions in single syllables.
I decided I liked her.
« How’s Abbie? »
« Good. »