I would need another procedure, a “split thickness skin graft,” taken from my buttocks. While my mother cried, I had one nauseating, hysterical thought. I’ll be a butt-face! Literally!As if that wasn’t preposterous enough, not thirty minutes after Dr. Ass-Graft dropped his bomb, Taylor’s mom showed up. Unannounced. Holding an enormous cellophane-wrapped duck.Seeing Mrs. LeFevre standing in the doorway of my hospital room, I felt a slow burble of crazy juice rising in my throat. I didn’t know whether to barf or cry.“What is she doing here?” I hissed to my mother, who was perched on a chair next to my bed. “I told you no more visitors.”“You know what they say…” Taylor’s mom called gaily from across the room. “If Mohammed won’t answer her cell phone, the mountain will come to Mohammed!” She plopped the duck down on a chair and ran a bejeweled hand through her red, spiky hair. “You would not believe how crowded the gift shop was. Everyone and their dog seems to be having a baby today!
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