“Not interested. Go away!”
“Hello, Paul. I’m Gail from down the hallway,” announced the stranger.
“Leave me alone!”
“Can you hear robins outside your window?” she asked.
“Why should I care? I’m dying.”
“You’re alive today. No one knows about the future.”
Gail seated herself on a bedside chair.
“We can talk another time, if you want,” she suggested. “I’m told we have similarities.”
“Like what?”
“We both lost our eyesight.”
Paul scrambled to touch Gail’s arm.
“Can you return tomorrow? I do hear birds singing.”