His eye operation had gone really well; the doctors were pleased.
He had been in for laser eye surgery. It would correct his astigmatism, which had resulted in him having blurred vision. It was time to be discharged from hospital and his wife would be picking him up. She arrived early, parked and walked in. She found him with his bag of night clothes and toiletries. He stood and they hugged. She stepped back and examined his eyes. She nodded slowly and squeezed his arm.
“How are you feeling, my love?”
He blinked his eyes hard a couple of times, and said, “Looking forward to getting home.”
She smiled. “Of course you are, we’ll get home and put the kettle on. How does that suit you?”
“Sounds like a grand idea.” He smiled. “Lead the way.”
“OK. The car’s in the car park; not far.”
They walked to the car, weaving through a couple of rows of vehicles. She was unlocking the car while he stood staring off into the distance. She followed his gaze. Across several rows she could see a woman, similarly waiting for a car door to be opened. She was blond, smartly dressed and wearing particularly nice makeup.
She said, “Eyes better now dear?”