Sleeping was nearly impossible.
For starters, the door to Malibu’s room was left open, allowing light from the hallway to flow in, which was annoying. Plus, every fifteen minutes a nurse would come into the room and shine a flashlight on Malibu’s face. But worst of all was Malibu’s roommate, a heavyset, grim-faced Samoan. Not only did she snore like a dying chainsaw, but she also emitted a foul odor. The room was small, and the stench was so overpowering it caused Malibu’s eyes to water. The roommate stayed in bed most of the time, completely covered by a blanket. She lay on her back with her knees propped up so she looked like a large, blue-blanketed mound. She’d emerge from her cocoon only for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. If she had to leave to crap, Malibu never saw it.
The morning a
