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Show 143 "I went to surgery with you," she is smiling, "because I wanted to make sure they would be honest." Lisa pulls no punches. For this, I am both glad and grateful. I Hy and our children are coming into the room, eyes big at the furniture and the color. I have been here recovering from the surgery for two days now and have also enjoyed watching a few movies on the VCR above the TV. But today is Sunday and I can see by the Easter baskets which Hy is carrying that he has not forgotten our tradition. The children are excited. Hy is confused. "What's all this?" he is saying. "Mistaken identity," I am replying. "They think I'm an important person. A very important person," I say, stressing the "very" with a impish smile. He is stroking my hair back from my face with his rough hand. My smooth-handed school teacher has become a rough-handed grocery clerk because of this disease. "You are an important person," he is saying. "My very important person." The children have finished their gaping at the room and are gathering anxiously around my bed. |
