home and called Dr. Evans’s office to start the scheduling process.
The Morning She Put On Her Good Shoes and Took the Bus to the Bank
She could not put the surgery off any longer.
She understood the insurance situation clearly — Dr. Evans had walked her through it, and she had made Adele help her review the paperwork afterward because two sets of eyes were better than one when the numbers were this consequential. The insurance would cover a portion. The rest — deductibles, hospital fees, medications, the help she would need during recovery — would come from somewhere.
Thursday morning, she put on her best church shoes, tucked Walter’s card into her purse, and took the bus to the bank.
She had not driven because her hands had been shaking since she woke up. Some things she knew her limits on.
The branch was quiet in the mid-morning way of financial
