January 12thHis name was John Paul McNeal. And when he found out that Olive Pratt was sleeping with about half the hospital, he took some of the cord from the blinds and hung himself in the window of his shrink’s office.
They saw him from the outside looking in and thought it the most frightening thing. This dark shadow of a corpse silhouetted against the illusion of sanctuary.
When his shrink found him in the window, hanging from the curtain rod he must have looked like he was flying, lifted over the grassy fields into the insatiably blue sky.
I don’t know why I thought his name was Daniel.
