My Childhood Sweetheart Asked Me to Sign a Special Folder in Room Four Hundred Seven

watching me drag the first green chair toward the foot of his bed.

“Dr. Klein said there would be several people here for the discharge tomorrow,” I said, lining the chair up so it faced him directly.

“It is just a signature,” he said. “We do not need a whole committee.”

“The hospital has its rules, Ben,” I said, dragging the second chair over and placing continue reading …