Fifty-One Hours
I said: “You told me to read the card first.
That’s the whole reason I’m sitting here.”
And she said: “Eleven months later.”
“Bernie—”
“No, listen.
Eleven months.
You lived inside it for eleven months and you told people, and there was a birthday, and you did all of that because a twenty-nine-year-old nurse said a sentence that was too clever.
“I should have said: your son was alive for two days and you should go upstairs. In the room, in front of him.