Dolly sits on the bed while the river-scented air blows through the window, and talks about what comes next.

            “You won’t be able to walk for a few days,” she says. “Just sitting up will give you that same feeling you get in your stomach when you’re on a roller coaster shooting down with G force. Do you have anyone to take care of you?”

            Alex moves his head from side to side as he chews the inside of his cheek.

            “I wish you would have told me. I’ll try to make arrangements for you here. You will need fresh fruit and painkill...

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