Chapter 117

The next few days passed in an unexpectedly uneventful blur. I had assumed those chaotic, messy incidents would find their way back to me, or haunt me in my dreams, but none of that happened. There wasn't even the slightest trace of them. Stubborn Donkey and I stayed in the hospital room like two enthusiastic psychiatric patients discussing our symptoms, chatting about everything from the south to the north, from the heavens to the earth. We racked our brains and talked about practically anything we could think of, until finally, Stubborn Donkey even began confiding salacious gossip to me.