December 28thThere is this new girl in the ward.
She came in late last night, so when I woke up she was sleeping on the couch in the common area. They brought us breakfast and she woke up and she started talking.
Her name is Olive Pratt and she said that she doesn’t like eggs.
She took her fork and mashed into oblivion the scrambled eggs we were served. And she put them in her coffee. She doesn’t like coffee either.
She likes talking because she talked all during breakfast. She asked me if I liked eggs. Then she asked me how old I was and where I went to school, if I went to school, and what I did for a job.
I gave her the answers. She seemed unconvinced.
She told me that I didn’t seem like I really wanted to be anything. She said I should think more carefully about what I wanted to
