The call came the twenty-fourth of December.
Christmas Eve.
Almost the day of my rebirth. Definitely, with the good morning blow job, hands-down my best birthday ever.
On the call, Dr. Milson was very matter-of-fact. “We’ve gone through all the tissue matching and pre-screening for a live-donor volunteer. In the new year, you’re getting a new liver.”
I’d put her on speaker phone.
James and I were loading the car for our trip up to Huntington Beach for Christmas. We were pretty much ready to go and were just grabbing Widget and the last of the things in the living room, when we got the call.
James met my gaze, and we just waited.
“Colin?” Dr. Milson’s voice rang through the speaker.
“Yes.” Trance broken, I stared at the phone. “I thought you said you found a live donor and I’m getti
