She watched me tilt my head and look eyedrops into each eye and shuddered, saying "I can't do that" I looked at her in disbelief! She, recovering from her 3rd fall, same wrist broken twice, bravely isolated in a re-hab facility with that dead-air & feint chemical odor. My eyes, swollen with allergies following a 2-hr hike the previous first 50 degree day (turns out to be a sinus infection). Her excitement is childlike when I tell her I'm picking her up tomorrow (today) to go to therapy at the Minnesota Vikings Ortho facility! She will see all the snow has melted (save the dirty 20' piles from dump-truck drops) and I promised her lunch (she likes a tuna-salad sandwich & lemon meringue pie!) She knows this is bonus-time...she didn't hit her head when she fell...the stark truth left unsaid, her friend just passed 3-weeks after falling, hitting her head, blood on the brain. I will bundle her in my warm outing blanket and we will ease thru traffic not talking...
Words aren't needed
Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2019