He shut the refrigerator. « Donating a kidney. To a little girl. »
« Mom, I’m donating a kidney. »
I stared at him.
« I know how it sounds… »
« You nearly passed out getting a flu shot. »
« That was one time. »
« You were twenty-eight. »
He rubbed the back of his neck. « Can we not make this about the flu shot? »
« I know how it sounds… »
« You’re right, because you’re talking about surgery. That’s way bigger than a flu shot. »