W hen Peaches learned that her ankle was broken, she was furious. I’m not sure what I thought her reaction would be. Sadness would have been an emotion with which I would have been more comfortable. Gentle weeping, punctuated by the occasional pitiful wince while the medical professionals wrapped her foot, is probably what I thought the public face of her injury would have been to the staff working in the ER. I was wholly unprepared for loud, unapologetic fury. There were mitigating factors. She was exhausted. Her ankle had to be splinted twice because she had not been adequately prepared for the heat she would feel on her leg as the plaster set, so the first one was cut off in a panic.…