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Sabrina

Surgery Thursday. They moved her up. Beau, they moved her up. Come.

He texted back within thirty seconds.

Beau

On my way. Where do I find you?

Sabrina

She's now in ICU 4. Room 12.

Beau

I'm in the lobby. Five minutes.

He came in five minutes.

He had to put on the gown and the booties at the door, and he paused in the doorway with the booties half-on to look at me.

I walked to him.

He met me.

He had me in his arms, my face in his sweater, the soft one I’d been sleeping in last week. It still smelled like him, and I was, for the first time since the seizure, crying without panic for a long time.

“They moved her up. Dr. Reyes — Reyes said they called him at sunrise. He said Garrison is the surgeon. Beau, the surgeon Dr. Reyes wanted is the surgeon she is getting."

"This is wonderful news, Sabrina. I’m relieved."

Bonnie woke up.

She was groggy and was coming up out of it slowly, and her hair was on one side of her face, and her hand was around the edge of Walter, who had been on the bed beside her since the paramedics had brought him in.

"Mom."

"Hi, baby."

"Why is your face — "

"I was crying, baby. Good crying."

"There is no such thing as good crying."

"There is today."

"Mmm…"

She looked past me.

"Beau."

"Hi, Bonnie."

"You are wearing a gown."

"I am."

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