The Story of the Llama (5.13.11)

I lie on the memory foam bed and stare at the empty, white hall. Then I see her, being wheeled in her large wheelchair, by a nurse in blue scrubs. There she is, in her colorful sweater, with her white hair falling to her shoulders. The nurse tirelessly listens to the elderly woman’s lively chattering. From my room, I catch only a short snippet of the conversation between the nurse and patient, but what she says brings a smile to my pain filled face and distracts my mind with guessing what story is behind her strange statement.

“He has llamas!”