“Oh, honey, did I tell you that Emily got her tests back?”
Brent flipped a flapjack in the pan as his wife, Lisa, spoke to him. As he cooked up Saturday morning pancakes, Lisa and their daughter Emily sat at the table, eating them as they came off the heat.
“No, you didn’t. They’re good, I hope.” He replied.
Lisa looked to her daughter, who had her head down as she quietly ate. “Do you want to tell him, sweetie?”
It took Emily a moment before she looked up. “Oh, um, yeah. The doctor said my swelling has gone down a bit.” Her delivery wasn’t exactly enthusiastic.
“He was so surprised, Brent. And to think, he wanted to put you on all kinds of pills or recommend you for some kind of surgery. It’s a good thing that girl at the health food store just recommended a diet change. Much cheaper and much healthier.” Lisa gestured toward her daughter with her fork.