Chapter Forty-Four
Essais I wake up in the middle of the night with my hands clenched into fists and sweat pooling across my forehead, vaguely aware of a dream that involved the lake, my prosthetic leg, and the Director screaming at me for something. Maybe for falling into the lake with a metal leg? I remember her shouting the word rust. So I stare up at the ceiling and wait for my breathing to calm down. It doesn't. Crap. Usually, when this happens to me, I watch M*A*S*H until I'm calm enough to go back to sleep, but there's no teLakhansion at camp... Maybe I'll go for a walk. Yeah, a walk would be nice. The fresh Alaskan air always helps clears my head. It's a chilly night outside and there's a brisk breeze blowing, but I don't mind. It reminds me of home. The wind battles with my hair and whips thro
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