ABSTRACT
The patterns that keep us: it was nearly time for the final operation—for they had determined that the two temporary cement installations had done their jobs well, clearing out the bone for its eventual permanent kin. He had begun to imagine what life would be like once the date had come and gone, how he would get back on his feet both literally and figuratively. He wondered how his friendships would change, easing back into an everyday-without-crisis. He wondered how he would fill his time, no longer taken up with waiting and planning for the inevitable. What would be inevitable now?
