Then Lefty almost fell off the chair he had pulled over. “Oh my God,” he roared. “Casa del—ha-ha! I just got it!”
My tentative smile evaporated. I was left out of the joke. See if I cared.Tuesday
‘Dear teacher; Aiden won’t be in school today; he has a fever; signed, Aiden’s mom.’ Well that was most of Monday. Aiden wasn’t anywhere. Oh sure, I knew where I was and what was going on; I just didn’t care, and it didn’t seem real anyway. Early on Tuesday, a new patient was moved in to where Sol had been. This guy was snoring his ass off, and I hated him already. And he smelled. He had an I.V. pole with all kinds of shit hanging off it, an oxygen tank, no flowers and only one visitor, and if he wasn’t a bum off the beach, I don’t know who would have been. The patient’s name was Bubba Gonzales. His friend looked stoned.