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Show 337 I am sobbing now, telling him what had happened, confessing to him the memory of my memory of my hitting someone, sharing with him the anger of this morning's nurse. "I know all about last night," he is saying, drawing up the guest chair and sitting close to me. 'You do?' "Yes. They called me up in the middle ofthe night. They said you were upset. They wanted me to drive down here to talk with you to calm you down. As if T could just up and leave the kids all alone." He is glancing at the door, seeming to dare my nurse to come through it. I am hoping she does not. "The nurse was so mad at you she was yelling at me and I told her that you were on Versed and she needed to understand what Versed does to people. She didn't like that." I am trying to imagine this conversation. "I knew there was nothing I could do even if I did come down here. Versed is like that. She didn't want to hear it." c |