Introductory Paragraph The relatives gather in the hospital waiting room. Not the little one on the surgical floor where Gran and Gramps
were during my operation, but a larger one on the hospital's main floor that is tastefully decorated in shades of
mauve and has comfy chairs and sofas and magazines that are almost current. Everyone still talks in hushed
tones, as if being respectful of the other people waiting, even though it's only my family in the waiting room. It's all
so serious, so ominous. I go back into the hallway to get a break.
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