My husband's brother had coronary bypass surgery on Monday. He came out of it fine but it was a long day, especially for his wife. The surgery took five hours but she was at the hospital for twelve, from 7 a.m. until 7 p.m. Fortunately she was not alone. Members of her family and his made sure of that. When Ed and I arrived at 4:30 p.m., this table told the story of the day. So did people's hands. We can control our faces, our voices and our words, but so often our hands give us away.