“No, I’m not all right. She was very careful with my calves, asking again if it hurt. “I’ll be back to them, don’t worry.” She ran her hands down my sides, then to my legs and feet again, rubbing each toe individually. You always have one.”
She snorted. ******************************************
Sometime that night I came awake to Mila shaking me. She moved on to my arms, finally taking my hands in hers one by one and rubbing them, then stroking my fingers. But what I meant was, you should go back to writing in your spare time. Tell me what’s going on?”
I told her what I could. Even so, by the time we got to the beauty parlour, I was sweating. And on yet other occasions there’s something in the car with me, something I can’t see but which is out to kill me. I especially hated the bedpan, and kept apologising to the nurses for having to use it. It had been a long time since I’d taken a look at it. And then I discovered that I could not make myself get into her car.
