He kept saying, Scream for me, you little bastard. John is still in the hospital in New Orleans. There was one leg left of my pants, pooled around my ankle. I made it last, as if it were the last sip of liquid I would ever have.
But he was entirely too comfortable nude for me not to have caught glimpses of him. He frowned. Then the world got very gray, and I didn't know anything for a long time. Afraid if I took even a moment to think that that other colder mind would take over again.
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