Dyson dreamt of a simpler what? Time? Place? Emotional state of being? It didn’t matter. He dreamt.
She sat at his bedside, Dyson’s wife, and waited for him to wake or die. Her world was simpler since the settlement but the money wasn’t enough.
Their son stayed away because his mother asked him to. His life was complicated by his father’s indelicacies. Dyson’s son studied while Dyson dreamt.
Dyson’s nurse made plans for the end of her shift.
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