From Lukov with Love

FALL

IF I COULD DESCRIBE the next four weeks of my life with one conversation, it would have been like this:

Ivan: “Sit still.”

Me: “No.”

Ivan: “What do you think you’re doing? Do you want to get healthy or what? Stop walking around so much.”

Me: [Trying to walk normal—but failing—across his living room with a new brace on] “Leave me alone.”

Ivan: “I’m never going to leave you alone. Come sit your stubborn-ass back down, and I’ll get you whatever you want.”