ABSTRACT
There was a small gathering of souls in his room, hours after he had awoken, taken breakfast, and been bathed and re-dressed in a fresh gown. The bedsheets had been replaced, too, and felt like crisp slices of cotton paper. He liked the feel of them, moved his right foot gently back-and-forth in appreciation of their flat, cool simplicity. Deirdre was here, and Doctor Pettle, and Tugboat Tim, and Robin, and Jan. They were perched on chairs dragged in from down the hall.
