The heavy man hovered near the fridge in the palliative care unit's lounge, cramming bread into his mouth with an air of urgency.
"Can I help you?" I asked, thinking of giving him something more substantial.
"It's OK," he said. "My father just died."
And then I saw that he was eating the dead man's sandwiches.
Sunday, May 14, 2006
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