“I drive around the city to three hospitals just to be annoying, but they end up at Presbyterian with me, trailing along like a convoy of baby ducks following the big, red mother duck, Libby. I hate them. I hate them all. The APD meets me at the entrance, though, and they form a wall of uniforms and muscle between me and the cameras. Wow, what a waste of their resources. My guilt edges up another notch. And once I’m inside the air-conditioned interior of the hospital, with its industrial... tile floors and tessellated foam tile ceiling, everyone stares, and I do mean everyone. Nurses in scrubs, patients in wheelchairs, families waiting with small children (some of whom point). So many times in high school I thought everyone was looking at me. Turns out I was wrong. It never felt anything like this. Every comforting thought I told myself about how not everyone reads the papers flees my mind. The world knows. Mothers are telling the story to their babies in cradles.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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