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Show 39 On and on. I was not aware I could talk about this for so long. "People staring at me in the wheelchair." Red. "People thinking I'm stupid just because I sit in a wheelchair." Red. "Hy's insurance dumping me." He had had to quit teaching school and now bags groceries so I can have Medicaid and live. "And we're dirt poor because of it," I add. Red. "My son wants help with his schoolwork and I'm not there." Blue. "I can't go hiking or camping anymore." Yellow. An hour has passed and still Evan is writing my words. It is beginning to drizzle and I am oddly relieved to see that Evan does not seem willing to call this game for the rain. The poster board is nearly full of his small lettering. My words are coming more slowly now and in between my remembrances, Evan begins to transfer the red ones onto a different poster board. The heavens calm and I am not very wet. |