The swelling was excessive
After undergoing facial surgery for skin cancer on Wednesday, I texted a selfie of my swollen, stitched-up face to my racquetball buddies. “I want to know what the other guy looks like,” said Steverino. “Me, too,” said Roger Dodger. “I don’t know,” I replied. “He was wearing a mask. He had a knife.” Family members were stunned and repulsed by my appearance but tried to show sympathy. The 747, our youngest grandson, gazed in wonder at the dried blood, the stitches angling across my cheek like a dueling scar, and the bulging purple bag under my eye. He said, ...