Chapter TwoThe next morning, he was better able to hear, more willing to see, and eager to talk. He waited until the same nurse came by to check on him, and then he tried out his voice again.
“Excuse me, ma’am?” he said, his voice sounding scratchy and higher than he remembered it being.
“Yes?” she asked, coming close to him, her head c****d, smiling.
“Jennifer.” He said the word like a prayer, like a wish.
She squinted at him a moment, and then realized what he meant.
“Oh, your wife! Yes, of course. The doctor spoke to her the first night you were here, and then again after the surgery. She’s aware of your condition. In fact,” she leaned closer to him, speaking more quietly, “He said that she’s taking it real well.” She smiled, as if she knew this was something he was worried about.
