Chapter 8
In Corpus Christi . . .
Sonny stood on the steps of the hospital, gazing across the parking lot. There were only two cars. He spotted a bench, walked over, and sat down. A mockingbird chirping in a nearby tree caught his attention. It felt good to be outside, and this warmed his heart as he drew in a deep breath of the fresh air. Yes, much better than inside. But Sonny had a predicament. They said I could go home. But I don’t know where home is. I told them, but they didn’t have any suggestions. I had to leave.
The sun was high above the horizon. It was just breaking through the clouds and residual morning fog. It was chilly outside, but not uncomfortable without a jacket. The slight easterly breeze was refreshing against his sun-warmed skin. He squinted and turned away from t
