“Who are you thanking?” she asked.
Leonard took her hands into his own. “I’m thanking God you’re still alive. I thought you were leaving me.”
“What does she look like?” Honey teased, beginning to come to her senses.
Leonard laughed at the notion God might be a female and kissed Honey on the forehead so hard she thought she might pass out again. “I don’t know what she looks like,” Leonard said, “but I’m sure glad she’s there.”
Honey’s return to the world of the breathing was like Lazarus coming back to life in the Gospel of John. Leonard looked at her in awe and held her hands as if she might be an angel who would soon fly away. He tried to talk her back into full consciousness, “Don’t try to move, pumpkin. Just keep breathing.”
“What happened?” she asked as she struggled to get up on
