I recognized her immediately.
She was thin, pale, and younger than I expected.
But she looked healthy and bursting with life, especially for someone who’d had an organ transplant recently.
“Call me Laura.”
I couldn’t believe how spry she looked as I got a clear look.
She stood when I approached.
“Mrs…?”
“Call me Laura.”
For a few minutes, we stuck to safe topics.
“Okay. Laura.”
She looked terrified.
She barely met my eyes.
I sat down.
For a few minutes, we stuck to safe topics.
She told me she could finally walk two blocks without stopping.
Her recovery.
Physical therapy.
Medication.
She told me she could finally walk two blocks without stopping.
“That’s good,” I said.
Her eyes stayed on the cup.
“It is.”
She stirred her tea.
Then stirred it again.
Her eyes stayed on the cup.
“Are you all right?”
