Angelina Judd was not the only patient fired with desire to cheer her fellows. There was Susie Spinner, a sparrow-like creature with a giggle, and nostrils that bored into her face like a pair of keyholes. You saw these black holes before you saw Susie. All the rest of her…
Hokey stood at the foot of my bed, holding a single flower up for my inspection, fully conscious that this was some splendid thing she had to offer. It was an uncanny flower with a pouchy body as big as a pigeon’s egg. It was yellow, splotched with brown-red.
“Go cheer the child in the next room, Mammy. Bad lung case—overwhelmingly homesick—name, Jenny.” I found a straight-haired little girl, a child of twelve—pointed chin, big eyes, flushed cheeks, hollows under their pink, eyes too bright, set deep. “Hello! I’m your neighbour; Doctor said I could visit you. You…
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