James
“You’re going to be bedbound for a while. And even once you’re on your feet, you’ll still need to recuperate. We’ll get you home as soon as we can. I’m afraid we can’t offer you the congenial Brazilian weather.”
Klempner smiles slightly. “I’ll not miss it.” A nurse offers him something in a small paper cup. He takes it, gulps it down and grimaces. “Do they have to make it taste so foul?”
The nurse Tuts. “You wouldn’t know it was medicine if it tasted good, Mr Smith. You might want to stay where you are. And we need the bed back.”
He snorts. “Yeah… right…” Then, to me. “It’s odd, I never thought I’d wish for the northern climate. But I’d only been here in Brazil for a few days when I realised I was missing the mountains and the mists and the chills.”
“Seriously?”
He sighs, stret
