It was a week before Joseph called. He’d gone back to Brooklyn with Luke. I didn’t hear from Magos. My ability to summon focus, my surgeon mode, had become erratic. I decided to take time off, rescheduled whatever patients I could, and referred the others. I wasn’t sure what to do with myself. I visited the cantina. I hired women to bathe me, not just on Mondays but any day I needed them. Almost every day. More often than not I had sex with them. My insomnia continued.
