Blackness. Searing pain. My head feels like it’s the size of a basketball and my eyes are melted shut. Sound comes to me like being spoken through a barrel.
“Mary..”
I’m not ‘Mary’. I’m Jo. I’m Jo.
“Mary, you’ve had a stroke.”
Mary had a stroke? God, that’s serious. I’ll have to get on a plane.
“Mary! Can you squeeze my hand?”
Leave me alone, I need to go to Mary, or is it one of my other sisters?
God, Mom, why did you name us all “Mary”? It could be Mary Margaret, Mary Agnes, --Mary Jo. Me.
Blackness
“Mary..”
I’m not ‘Mary’. I’m Jo. I’m Jo.
“Mary, you’ve had a stroke.”
Mary had a stroke? God, that’s serious. I’ll have to get on a plane.
“Mary! Can you squeeze my hand?”
Leave me alone, I need to go to Mary, or is it one of my other sisters?
God, Mom, why did you name us all “Mary”? It could be Mary Margaret, Mary Agnes, --Mary Jo. Me.
Blackness
