“Before the surgery, an orderly shaved his body from his navel almost to his knees,” Tom said.
“Oh, I should have thought of that,” she said. “They do that to women just before they deliver.”
“Okay,” Tom said. “Looking good here. Let me go rinse this washcloth out and clean the remains of the lather off your face.”
He took the basin and other materials to the bathroom and returned with a hot damp cloth. He wiped Noah’s face clean and said, “How’s that feel?”
“You have no idea how good it feels. Thanks.”
He returned the washcloth to the bathroom, then went back to Noah’s bed and sat down on the edge of it. He took Noah’s hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed it. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Mrs. Webster’s raised eyebrow. Screw it, he thought.If she can’t handle it, especially after seeing us kiss, that’s just too bad. He sat, holding Noah’s hand, listening to Noah and his mother talking about nothing in particular. Something caught his attention and he said, “What?”