The surgery went well.Elian was in the corridor for the two hours of it, not pacing — sitting with a book he wasn't reading, which was how Elian waited for things he couldn't control. Dante sat beside him and they were quiet together, and the hospital did its hospital things around them, and at eleven AM the surgeon came to say that everything had gone as planned and recovery was expected to be full and the hip had been appropriately corrected for its dramatic behavior.Elian exhaled.Dante put his hand on Elian's arm.They went to see her when she was out of recovery — brief, she was tired and medicated and not interested in long visits, but she held Elian's hand for a moment and looked at Dante and said, with the specificity of someone whose first priority was information: "The library is on Whitchurch Road.""I know," Dante said."Left side, second floor," she said."I know," Dante said.She closed her eyes. "Good," she said. "Go see it."They went the next morning.Cardiff in Sep
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