The doctor didn't seem to think so. I had told her I was relieved to hear that, but somehow I wasn't. Somehow I wanted to be sick. That way at least I'd know the enemy. We still didn't god damn know.
Some people are just bleeders.
That was what she'd said, with that same startled look. It meant she didn't know what the hell was going on. I ran into Bruce Morton on the elevator going up to the office. Had me spooked for a minute there. Bruce got off on fourteen.