Upon awakening on an examination table and enduring more “poking and prodding” (Rey"s earlier words), I"d been happy to toss back anesthetizing meds and loll around in a haze-filled stupor. Cholla had traveled to an unearthly realm—the bottomless pits of fire-and-brimstone Hell Rey had called it.
At 10:30 a.m., I got two lime Jellos. One had arrived with a small bland bowl of oatmeal and the second courtesy of hound-dog-eyed begging: mine. Who knew the jiggly-wiggly stuff tasted so damn good?
Linda arrived around 4:00 to escort me home. Gail, Ald, and Xavier were seated in the living room, doubling up re an apparently hysterically humorous story. Fresh pizzas and noshables lined the kitchen counter, and cans of soda and bottles of beer stood in a hammered copper ice bucket.
While I was
