By Monday night, I was absolutely exhausted. I was telling Sam that I wanted to call Dad to see what the surgeon had said, but I just didn't have the energy. Sam quickly volunteered to call him and went down stairs with the phone.
FORTY-FIVE minutes later, after I was already in bed, he came back upstairs. My first question?
"What did Dad say the doctor said?"
"Oh, we didn't talk about that . . ."
"Wasn't that why you called?"
"Well, yeah, but he didn't say anything so I didn't bring it up."
Tuesday afternoon, I called my dad. I asked him why he never told Sam what the surgeon said.
"Well, he never asked."
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