It had been a very long time since something so simple had pushed his buttons. After Iraq, he’d been grateful he’d survived. He’d been grateful he could retrain in another specialty. He’d been grateful he had a life. The truth was, he could have peeled an apple with his left hand, but those slices would have been chunky and choppy, maybe still bearing some skin. At the practice, he spoke with couples, analyzed their needs, helped them decide which process was best. He calculated cycles, administered drug regimens, analyzed test results, sonograms, fluoroscopic X-rays. He could facilitate artificial insemination procedures. But he couldn’t peel and slice an apple to his liking. He could help bring life into the world, but he couldn’t perform surgery to save a life. Why had that fact hit him so hard just now? He shuffled through the DVDs lying on the coffee table without paying attention to the titles. He was vaguely aware of the scent of cinnamon and apples baking, adding to the aroma of the chicken and wine.
What do You think about Twins Under His Tree (2010)?
