A projector screen lit up in the front of the cavernous room, and the teacher told us to pay attention. There was a white tower in the center of the screen. An announcer’s voice droned, counting down by seconds.
I slouched at the end of the exam table in the crepe-paper robe, and to avoid crying uncontrollably, I spoke ill of my sister-in-law: “She’s an 18-year old dropout and just had a baby.”
An elderly woman trapped in a nursing home called and said, “Are you coming, son? Is somebody coming?” “Yeah, Mama, somebody’s coming to get you on Tuesday.”