09-16-03 - 8:22 a.m.
the ex-husband is in icu with complications from chemo/cancer. berries is an emotional wreck of conflicts, and seems to want me nearby, so i sit in a waiting room while she visits her father and tries to connect with a man whose idea of connection is an offer of beer. last night we passed a woman in the hall; she was wearing baggy pajama bottoms and a hooded sweatshirt pulled tight around a tough, lined face.
i went to 7-11 for a hotdog and got a flat tire, she said to berries, and continued on her way.
that was rose, berries told me with a nudge. dad's girlfriend. she acts like a tweaker, but she's nice.