I sat on my bed and watched the big hand on the plastic travel-size clock tick-tick past ten. At ten-oh-eight the floor nurse comes in asking did I forget. I didn’t. Individual therapy is not voluntary, she says. She walks me down the hall. “What’s the matter with you?” She thought I was over thi...
From here he can see Commerce Street, lit up like an air strip and crammed with all-night grocery stores and diners. The hospital is on Commerce, too. It’s seven stories with the emergency room up front and a parking structure that looks like an empty skull at night. His mom works on the fifth fl...