Chapter 99

“And I’ll take care of your mother when she arrives,” Mrs. Ledbetter said. “You’re not to worry on that account, Wiley.”

“She booked a flight and everything?” I said, incredulous.

“She’s a mother, isn’t she?” Mrs. L. replied.88: A Little Rest

Jackson brought a cot to the room, and I lay down, thinking I would just rest a little, would just close my eyes for a few moments—I hadn’t slept in twenty-four hours. I glanced up at Tony’s bed occasionally, as if to reassure myself that it was still there, that he was still sleeping in it, that everything was okay, the heart bleep machine was still bleeping, no alarms were going off.