The Golden Greenhouse
The fluorescent lights of the St. Jude’s Gerontology Ward hummed a low, electric B-flat that you could feel in your teeth. It was 3:14 AM. You were standing on top of the stainless-steel sink, your shoes slipping on the wet porcelain, trying to keep your balance while the water from the tap sprayed your face like cold rain. Your hands were shaking, not from fear, but from the effort of holding...
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