The Importance of Being Sharp

I waited for hours for the call from the hospital to come. I sat before my computer waiting for the FaceTime icon to enliven itself. My father on the screen let out a hall of anguish and I could see him grimace with agony and sorrow. He was clearly hallucinating, agitated, imagining he was a prisoner of war. Livy's patient advocacy I feared would get him killed. Did she no longer know what was bearable and what was unbearable? Well, no one knew anymore. The next evening, evening was better, Livy said. Your very nice father is here, but he is asleep. Tell them to turn the lights down. Ask for Eileen or