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Edge of Thorns 2 - Pt 41Part 41
It isn't my place to invite her.
Nathan gave her a thin frown. "He's been badly injured," he explained. "And I think for now it'd be better just for people he knows to visit. I don't know what kind of shape he's in."
The photographer pouted and sighed, but nodded in resignation. "Okay," she breathed. "I'll just... wait for Scott in the lobby." Susan gave him a tentative smile. "It was nice meeting you, Nathan." They exchanged brief farewell waves before she left down the hall.
Nathan wondered how much of his scant ten minutes he had lost talking to her as he entered Alton's room.
"Well, at least one of us is mobile."
Alton was sitting up in bed, a myriad of tubes and monitors connected to him, including a tube set in his nostrils to help him breathe. He wasn't wearing his glasses, and his skin was very pale, but he still smiled when Nathan stepped in. "Looks like you made it out alright. The doctors told me I was lucky I didn't need a blood transfusion." There was
Edge of Thorns 2- Pt 40Part 40
He seems pretty eager to write about me instead of the big scoop. Maybe it's his guilt, but I should let him.
Nathan couldn't help but smile as he lifted his good shoulder. "Sure," he agreed. "Why not? Like you said, I've been through Hell and back. Might as well get something out of it, right?"
Scott laughed and rolled his eyes, but nodded. "My thoughts exactly. If you're up to it, I've already got a few questions jotted down in my notepad. I was prepared, you know, just in case..."
"Can I get a picture?" Susan had reached into her purse and fished out a small digital camera, holding it up as she looked between the two men. "Something with the two of you for the article?"
"I don't think you're allowed to have that in here," Scott pointed out quietly, waiting until she'd put the camera away. "But once they let him out, I see no reason why we can't get a few shots." He looked back at Nathan. "Which will probably be soon. I got stitches once. Long story short, I lea
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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