Chapter 78
THE HOSPITAL ON Martha’s Vineyard. Summer fifteen, after my accident.
I was lying in a bed under blue sheets. You would think hospital sheets would be white, but these were blue. The room was hot. I had an IV in one arm.
Mummy and Granddad were staring down at me. Granddad was holding a box of Edgartown fudge he’d brought as a gift.
It was touching that he remembered I like the Edgartown fudge.
I was listening to music with ear buds in my ears, so I couldn’t hear what the adults were saying. Mummy was crying.
Granddad opened the fudge, broke off a piece, and offered it to me.
The song:
Our youth is wasted
We will not waste it
Remember my name
’Cause we made history
Na na na na, na na na
I LIFTED MY hand to take out the ear buds. The hand I saw was bandaged.
Both my hands were bandaged.
And my feet. I could feel the tape on them, beneath the blue sheets.
My hands and feet were bandaged, because they were burned.