❝ –– perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day. and when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house—the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture—must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. and suddenly, they become the bleached bones of a story.
Carter glared at the doctor as she snapped at her. She didn’t need to have someone rip her a new asshole, especially Teddy. “Save me the sermon, Altman. I don’t need to hear it. I made a couple of mistakes and now I’m healthy again, you people should be happy.”
“Oh, right. Carter’s back after
disappearing for a month,” Teddy said
sarcastically. “Let’s have a party, why don’t we? Thosepeople you speak of have been out all night with your mother
putting up ‘missing’ posters, I’ll have you know — I’m surprised you haven’t seen them yet.”
The multitudes of yellow flyers truly were
everywhere — in the elevators, in the waiting
rooms, and even in the gallery. If it had been
her own daughter, Teddy could say with
conviction that
she’d have done the very same
thing.
