The Sixteen Seconds
I did not ask a tenth question.
I want that recorded because it was the hardest thing I did that year.
I had eleven more loaded and every one of them would have felt tremendous and every one of them would have told her exactly what I was going to do next.
Instead I said, “Okay,” and I went back in and sat down on the other side of the bed.
And at 7:50 that evening, when Simone went down to the cafeteria, I walked to the nurses’ station and asked a charge nurse for a printed copy of my daughter’s record, which as a joint managing conservator with the order in my bag I was entitled to, and which took eleven minutes.
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