Yeah, it was best to leave it at that because in my opinion they were handling a steaming pile of crap so why not call it what it was. But I had the best part, which was calling my parents any lying through my goddamn teeth to them. Fortunately I’d decided to take the easier upfront and more painful later approach and pretend to call them as I was driving to the airport. It was the only way I could figure out how to do this without them getting on a plane to meet me for my fake brain surgery. Needless to say they freaked, but at least I got them to calm down enough that they let me get on my pretend plane when I got to the airport I wasn’t going to and promised the hospital had their numbers and the moment I was up I’d call them and let them know when I’d be home and they could meet me here. When I hung up the phone, I stared at it a moment before setting it down. “Aspen?” “Yeah, hon?” “You can fix walls easily, right?” “Yeaaaah—why?” “No reason,” I lied, thinking what was one more after telling that many.
