Justalynn always had mixed feelings on Sundays.  On one hand, she was glad to be going to the hospital to see Bear, but on the other hand she was sad to be going to the hospital to see Bear.  He was in a coma and she really wasn’t sure she heard anything she told him about her week at work and at home.  At least, she could talk to him without him interrupting, which he used to have a bad habit of doing.  Used to. 

     Why talk about him in the past tense?  He wasn’t dead yet, just asleep.  She was sure someday he’d wake up, and they’d be finally married and live their life.  But, what if he never did?  What if he never woke up?  She didn’t want to think about that right now.  He ha...

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