Chapter 16
It must have been the clattering of the breakfast carts and a gnawing hunger that awoke me. Gradually I became aware of my surroundings. First the sheets and lightweight blanket in which I was cocooned; the pillow, just one, so my head was lower than I was accustomed to; the walls, illuminated by the light slanting in from the hallway; a IV mounted high on the wall. Katie Couric was interviewing a dark-haired woman, her mouth working silently.
I looked toward the window and saw that it was still dark. They’d taken my watch, so I didn’t know what time it was, but if The Today Show was on, it must be at least seven. They’d taken my jewelry, too, but I wouldn’t let them touch my wedding rings, so they’d taped them to my finger with adhesive tape.
In a chair in the corner, a shad
