DAY THREE AT THE HOSPITAL brought their friends over. Americanos trickled into Andy’s room throughout the day. Banjo had a sprinkling of Aussies, Kiwis, Canucks, Brits and Frenchies visiting. Then, the visitors would swap over, bumping into each other along the corridors, elevators and nurses’ stations. When a couple of guys were suspiciously hanging around with the nurses too long, it became unclear who they were visiting.
His earlier visitors were Russell plus six others. They brought his guitar with them which lifted his spirit enormously. ‘Thanks, guys ... You know me too well.’
He lay the instrument on his lap and drummed the case excitedly. At long last, something to while away the many dull hours.
‘Yeah, yeah. We reckon you need this, too.’ Russell tossed his iPhone. He gladly ca
