your children were planning to have you declared incompetent, would you have believed me?”
I remained silent. I knew I wouldn’t have.
“Then I learned you were scheduled for surgery here,” he said. “In my hospital. And I thought, let’s see. If they’re good children who are just worried about their mother, they’ll be here. They’ll stay. They’ll be holding her hand when she wakes up. And I’ll come by later with flowers and a thank-you, and I’ll throw this folder in the shredder, and nobody will ever know.”
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