Chapter 9
Waiting for Nash to come out, I stood with my back against the hospital’s grey stone wall, right by the ER sliding doors. My gaze kept following random people and things—a car at the traffic light, a woman sitting in her wheelchair smoking a cigarette, a man on crutches speaking excitedly into his cell phone—but nothing held my attention for more than a few seconds. My head was under a bell jar. It was Sunday afternoon, and I was bleary-eyed, strung out on coffee. After reading about little Gordon’s tragic end last night, I hadn’t slept much. Kept trying to imagine what that would feel like…to lose your son.
September sixth. That was the date of Gordon’s funeral, two years ago. Yesterday had been September fifth. No wonder Lei was stoned last night. Having a bad weekend, as he’
