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The squeaky-shoed entrance of my crotchety night nurse interrupted our deep conversation about the afterlife. If the nurse was curious about why I was scooted all the way over to the side of the bed, she didn’t acknowledge it. I wondered if she saw an indentation where Daniel sat as she efficiently went about her business.
Deciding that she wasn’t paying enough attention to pinpoint anything like that, I raised my hand for her to manually take my pulse. I didn’t bother trying to speak to her again, since I could see the ‘don’t bother me’ earbud wires dangling from her ears.
She noted some measurements in my chart and squeaked out of the room as quickly as she had appeared. Her intrusion reminded me of something that I wanted to ask Daniel. “Shouldn’t my mother be here by now? And Tren
