Daisy
“Your brother is good,” he said.
“Don’t tell him that,” I said. “He’ll be unbearable.”
Norman smiled.
I reached over and took his hand.
He turned it over and laced his fingers through mine, and we sat like that while Michael ran a board meeting on the other side of the glass wall like he had been doing it his whole life.
***
That Tuesday morning was bright and unhurried.
I had canceled everything the night before — my meetings, my calls, my entire day — and hadn’t thought twice about it. We had nowhere to be and nothing to prove, and the whole morning stretched out ahead of us like something rare.
The hospital corridors were familiar to me now in the way that places become familiar when you spend enough time in them — the particular smell of the reception area, the way the l
