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336 pages, Hardcover
First published September 1, 2013
Final tally before going home from the hospital: two thumbs, twelve bones, one kidney, one uvula, and two holes in the heart.
Final words to my mother before Dr. Garraway left that night: "She's a keeper, all right."
He made me feel almost perfect.
"Why did God make you?" he asked me as he offered me my catechism...We all knew the answer by heart. It began to play in my head--God made me to know Him and love Him in this life and to be happy with Him in the next--but I knew a better answer, a truer one. It had made Cassidy laugh when he heard me say it at supper. So I proudly presented it now to Father Murray. "He just likes to make stuff. He's like my granddad, Ned. He can't stop tinkering. Sometimes Ned forgets a nail or a screw. So does God." I held up my hands and nodded knowingly.
Now I watch Mother with Jeanine in the dead of night in those weeks after I was buried. Jeanine cries now not for milk, but for comfort from the sadness that everywhere surrounds her at home. Mother comes to her room bearing more. Mother cradles Jeanine in her lap on the rocking chair and cries until her tears run dry. She is so thirsty, and no one comes. She sobs dry sobs with Jeanine in her arms, and no one comes. I would give anything--even these new thumbs of mine--to bring her water again in the dark. Even just once. There was something sweet in the bottom of the plastic glass, in that last sip she always saved me. I never wasted a drop.