Wordlessly, Andrea places a miniature white paper cup
containing two shiny red capsules
on the table beside my bed.
From a trailer in Florida, Melynda's words scroll across my screen.
Jenny is on her way to Spirit Lake she says in the final sentences.
I will read the rest offline.
There is no water in the yellow plastic pitcher,
but Andrea has left the room,
Across the room, Maria is asleep, lying on her back with her mouth
open.
Her missing arm is not apparent.