The mother shuffles to the side of the bed, level with her daughter’s waist, and will not let me go any further. “We go through this all the time. New doctors thinking they have a better solution and trying to get her off her pain medicine.” “We go through this all of the time, too,” I’m tempted to say. “Mothers who poison their daughters so that they can nurse them through recovery.” What I wouldn’t give to be Irish right about now.
