B eeping chattering wheeling carts a nurse’s cackle. Mere inches from where we are but it might all be happening in another world. A green curtain skirts around the three of us so that we are in our own plane of existence. Out of sight out of mind they say.
I yawn and have to laugh. Mrs. Marcus was telling us about a study in which two groups of people sat down to a dinner of chicken wings. The ones who had plates of half-eaten wings left over by other diners piled on the table ate less than the group who had the leftover plates removed and couldn’t see what had been eaten before.
Out of sight out of mind.
Too true.
Mom’s fallen asleep in her chair head resting on her silvery lizard-grain handbag. Rafi’s drifting off too. They’re keeping him here on observation for a couple of hours. It’s been a long night.
I slip open the curtain open our world to the happening world of the ward.
