Chapter 30
He lay there in the room that stank of urine and feces. The droning beep-beep-beep had been his only companion for he didn’t know how long. She only came in long enough to check and see if he still lived and to plunge a needle into his IV, the contents of which would send him back to la-la land.
In these few lucid minutes, he knew who he was; Edward Calhoun. Judge Edward Calhoun. He knew who she was; Ada, his beautiful wife. He recognized the room, his bedroom. He did not know what was wrong with him. What grave illness kept him confined to this reeking bed, doped and asleep most of the time?
He angled his head to the clock. 11:47. The darkness in the room told him it was nearing midnight, not noon.
Soon. Very soon his beloved Ada would come. As hard as he tried, he could ne
