Apparently besides being beaten up and all that, the cops had found me amid all the empty beer cans and some m*******a residue. So—oops. My bad, right?
The doctor said one person should or could stay with me and when neither of my parents leapt in to do it, Frederick offered.
“It’s just to keep an eye on him,” (and make sure he doesn’t die or something.) “Wake him up every hour and call the nurse if there are any changes.” I’m sure he smiled.
My dad replied, “Well I would but I have to be at work at six o’clock for an important client.” Dad’s okay but if there’s any blood involved or anything unpleasant to do (what if I peed myself? Or worse?) he always defers to Mom.
Everybody looked from him to my mother.
My mom said, “I—I’m going to be sick!” and she fled. Dad followed her into the
