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Show Hannah Mae and the Mona Lisa 96 22 When I got to his room, Colby was back, still asleep, still hooked to bags and machines and red lights. A nurse entered and injected something into a clear tube that snaked to his arm. y * - * y "Are you staying the night?" she asked. I nodded. "I'll bring you a pillow and a blanket," she said. "That chair reclines." She s pointed to the stuffed chair in the comer. Gus' chair. She left. I sat in the chair. "I'm here," I whispered to Colby. I could hardly speak for crying. Colby never moved. I talked and cried and talked. I asked Colby for his forgiveness. I told him I didn't deserve it, but I needed it worse than anything. I promised I wouldn't lose W*» |