“She stuck Band-Aids all over Gil’s scalp, in criss-cross patterns, and she even managed to sew back a torn flap of flesh that was dangling from his right earlobe, using nylon button thread. Throughout the operation, Gil sat on the dining chair, whistling tunelessly between his teeth, but when she was tying the thread into a knot, he allowed himself a single, “Shit.” Gil and I had suffered not much more than scratches and bruises and rat bites. But Frank was growing steadily worse. He had retrea...ted to one of the Dragomirs’ spare bedrooms, and he was lying in the dark, shivering and mumbling with pain. His temperature was way up, and his eyes kept rolling up into his head, and we were beginning to worry that he wasn’t going to last out the night. The power was completely out now, so we couldn’t even make ourselves anything hot to eat. I opened up a can of frankfurters and served them with crackers and cheese and overripe bananas. The water supply was still working, and the water seemed to be clean, but all the same I filled up the bathtub, just in case the faucets ran dry.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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