Who's your daddy?

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Seven weeks later, Dave and I deliver my crutches to Goodwill. One foot in front of the other, bones consent to gravity, but I’m afraid. The center of my body feels fragile — a primal din unnoticed (ignored?) until the animal’s cage broke. I feel timid. Protective. Dave and I are emotionally worn too. During bedrest, I was one-too-many-d…