CHAPTER 8The doctor came in to examine my head again and ask more questions. I still didn’t have the right answers. My head hurt like hell right by the spot where I thought I got shot. I was so strung out I thought I was losing it. He told me to give it time. I had amnesia, but it was only temporary and slowly things would come back. I hoped so because my old man and that woman were sure mad when they left here.
My father was back, in the evening, by himself. I suppose he thought he could speed things up by telling me about me. He probably thought he could jar loose a memory or two. First of all, he told me I was 18 and not 9. That was a surprise. Then he told me I didn’t have a bullet hole in my head. That was a little hard to believe since my head was covered with bandages. He told me t
