After Dan’s skateboard accident the two of us spent time at the St. Joseph’s fracture clinic where we took our place among the endless parade of the damaged and hobbling. Many brought their extended families to wait with them, Gameboys at full volume. Some grannies snuck out for a smoke while their grandchildren screamed at the door for their return. Bags of exotic snacks were passed around. At first we complained: “We had an appointment at 8:30!” we’d say. After the third visit we realized that appointments were purely fictional and if we got out before noon we were lucky.
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