The surgery happened the following Wednesday. When I woke up, Adele was holding my hand, Jeremiah was wiping his eyes, and Chanel told me that next time something hurt, I had to call them.
Three Sundays later, they brought dinner to my house. For once, I sat at my own table and let people care for me.
Walter had called that card emergency money.
But the real emergency was that I had spent fifty years believing I had to be useful to be loved.
Now, I finally knew better.
