Always Funny

Dewey arrived at our father’s bedside three days after my sister Kay and me. We exchanged solemn greetings, all of us in yellow Tyvek prophylactic jackets the nurses had given us to guard against airborne contagions, specifically the Methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus that had spread from a sore on the back of our father’s ankle up his leg into the rest of his body. Lying asleep in his room in the Flagstaff Medical Center’s quarantine unit, our father didn’t have long to live. A hospital sheet covered his lower half, but his chest and arms were bare to alleviate his fever,...

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