I liked that he was a tenured professor in the Department of Slightly Crooked Smiles with a dual appointment in the Department of Having a Voice That Made My Skin Feel More Like Skin. I liked that he took existentially fraught free throws. I liked the way his story ended with someone else. My own little glimpse of what Isaac is going through.” I had a weekend between when they scheduled the amputation and when it happened. “The day of the existentially fraught free throws was coincidentally also my last day of dual leggedness. “Right, well, there was that, too.” He smiled with half his mouth. “This was before your diagnosis?” I asked. And I wondered if hurdlers ever thought, you know, this would go faster if we just got rid of the hurdles.”
I started thinking about them running their hurdle races, and jumping over these totally arbitrary objects that had been set in their path.
I was a bit of a Victorian Lady, fainting- wise. I'd stood in the living room and then there had been the stairs, and then more standing, which was quite a lot of standing for me, and I didn't want to faint or anything. I wasn't trying to be suggestive or anything I just got kind of tired when I had to stand a lot. I'd taken a seat on the corner of his unmade bed.
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