One year after my divorce, I ran into my ex-husband in the pediatric wing of the hospital where I worked

That is what actually happened. There was no applause. There was a woman of sixty with a mop.

And I went to my meeting, eleven minutes late, and did not say why.

What I did not do.

I did not look at that child’s notes.

I want that written down because it is the only thing in this entire account that I am proud of without qualification.

He was on the system. I could have had his record open in about nine seconds from any terminal in that building, and I would have been able to tell you his birth weight and his blood group and who was at the delivery.

Thirty-one per cent of me wanted to.

And I have access to that system because sick children need me to have it, and the day I use it for anything else is the day the complaint becomes true.

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