The Sixteen Seconds
I want to give it to the right place, which is that I spent nineteen years in an organization that beats into you the idea that the man who reacts first is the man who loses, and that a written record made at the time is worth more than any amount of being right afterward.
I did not think of it as strategy on that plane.
I thought of it as the only way I could keep my hands still.
My daughter was in room 4112.
She was asleep.
Her left leg was in an external fixator, which is a metal frame with pins that go through the bone, and there was a bulky dressing on the outside of the calf that I did not understand for another day.
Simone was in the chair.