"Are you Joan?" the woman asked hesitantly. "I thought I recognized you."
I was waiting for an early morning flight out of D.C. "And what are you doing here?" I asked after some initial pleasantries.
She took a pack of pictures out of her bag. "My son is in Walter Reed Army Medical Center," she said. I felt myself go on instant alert. She began to rifle through the prints. "He has no buttocks," she said in the same even tones. "No buttocks," she said again as she looked me straight in the eye and held my gaze. "He's concave," she said making an arc with her hand.