She Took Me to the Hallway to Explain My “Place”

is useful. So is perspective.”

Then a voice behind us said, “There you are.”

We both turned.

It was Martin Keane, the hospital’s executive director. Mid-fifties, decent suit, tie always a little crooked by nine o’clock. I’d known him for three years. He looked relieved when he saw me, then less relieved when he saw Eleanor.

“Sorry to interrupt,” he said.continue reading …