Bright Orange for the Shroud (2013)
“She sat on the side of the bed. I hitched myself up, flexed my right hand. Arthur appeared in the doorway, stood there watching me.
“How is it now?” Arthur asked.
“Better. It just feels asleep. The leg too. The hand feels weak.”
“She’s been coming in every half hour at least to see if you looked all right,” Arthur said.
“And you don’t look so great,” she said.
“I feel as if I’d been hung up by the heels and beaten with ball bats.”
“Head ache?” she asked.
I fingered the dressing, lightly. “It’s not an ache. It’s a one-inch drill bit. It makes a quarter turn every time my heart beats. How about the gun?”
“It was too rough to go outside in the dinghy,” Arthur said earnestly. “I got as far as the middle of the pass and dropped it there. Okay?”
“That’s just fine, Arthur.”
Chook said, “I guess … you didn’t know you were going to walk into anything so rough.” I interpreted the appeal in her eyes.
“Damned glad I took you with me, Arthur.
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