January 2010
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Bill
The nurse told me where his room was. I came alone. I bought flowers, but I left them in the car when I lost the nerve to bring them. I navigated from the nurse’s station to his room, treading the linoleum on the tips of my toes as if I was a hunter in the woods. The door was open and I peered around the corner to find an empty room and Bill, hooked up, holding a TV remote and staring at the...