They’d found him lying on the front porch of the house that morning in September 1940, naked, curled up like a fetus, shivering and staring into space. When they’d put him on a stretcher, he’d begun to scream and vomit blood, his muscles knotting, rocklike. He’d lain in a coma three months in the Caribou Falls Hospital.
Why does this man even want to go back ?
