“Doesn’t it bother you they’re pushing a procedure she doesn’t even need?”
He stared at his plate and refused to meet my eyes. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
“Maybe what?” I hate it when he mumbles.
“Maybe it’s a good idea after all.”
“Oh, yeah. Cutting a hole in her gut’s going to really improve her quality of life, I’m just sure of it.” I didn’t care who heard me. The only people nearby were a cafeteria worker wiping tables, another tired-looking couple with a whiny toddler, and a few single guys in scrubs.
Jake shrugged and shoveled something or other into his mouth. After growing up with Patricia’s cooking, he probably felt right at home forcing down that cafeteria food every day. “The doctors all seem to think it’s a good idea,” he said.
“I don’t care what they think.”
Didn’t he unders
