The Pool GirlChapter 33
“Let’s get this show on the road,” I said. Naomi pointed to the bed. “Hospital rules, you sit until the wheelchair gets here.” She said it firmly but kindly. I had come to think of Naomi as my nurse in the last week. She was a thick woman, late-20s with a slight Creole accent, and had described herself as mulatto, which I thought was a pejorative but she said it with pride. She and Melissa had hit it off. I found out that Naomi had been responsible for the second bed in the room. And it had...