It was close to midnight in Boston by the time we arrived, which was disorientating because it felt like we’d already travelled all night.
Regardless of time zone, it was still prime Jessi operating hours, so I left her in charge of getting us taxied out to our Holiday Inn.
Last time I’d been here, David had arranged for me to stay somewhere fancy, but it had been a waste of time and money since I’d practically lived at the hospital.
Applying this logic to my present arrangements, I’d booked the cheapest place I could find with a hospital discount and a free hospital shuttle service. And actually, it was fine: a generic, brick box of a building opposite a wire-fenced car park and what was clearly a dive bar, and decorated inside with aggressive blandness.
Of course, I had to sponta
