“So, all this is . . .” “For you.” The words hit me like a coconut dropping on my head. Ignoring my awkward silence, he steals a few berries from one of the plates. Popping them in his mouth, he heads across the apartment towards the bathroom. “I’m going to take a shower. When you’re ready, I’d like to return to the hospital.” “Yeah, sure,” I call after him. “I’ll be ready lickety-split.” For you.
