Chapter 57

“He didn’t make it, bro,” Bill said, reaching out to take my good hand. “Now, don’t get upset. Too much crying and carrying on and you could—”

“What do you mean, he didn’t make it?”

“He didn’t make it,” Bill said softly.

“Didn’t make what?”

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry about what? Billy! Jesus Christ!”

“He’s dead,” Shelly said flatly.

I looked at Bill for confirmation.

Bill shrugged.

“He’s dead?” I repeated softly.

“Now don’t get upset, bro. For once in your frikkin’ life, will you please listen to me? The nurse said to breathe out through your mouth so you don’t put pressure on the bones in your face…You don’t want to make things worse than they are.”

A bitter grief swept through me, followed by agonizing tears that I was helpless to prevent

How could Papaw be gone?

I felt like my whole word had just collapsed.

A nurse was summoned, who injected something or other into my IV line. I wanted to ask what it was, but I fell asleep instead. 35: There Is Some Concern