I don’t see anyone else but Jiro, Cathy, and Sono for the rest of the day. Cathy pumps three bags of saline into me, and I’m glad the bathroom is right next door. Sono brings me snacks in the afternoon, kisses the top of my head, and lays his strong hand on my shoulder.
“It’s good to see you, Sanaa. I was worried after the fire and when you didn’t show up for Oyama’s funeral.”