Chapter 11Roland couldn’t sleep that night. He played, and replayed, his time with Martha in the ski lodge over in his mind. Soon his smiles at the memories became pains over his chest. His scars were hurting, once again, as if he’d only recently been rolled out of surgery.
“You’re fine,” he told himself. He was stripped down to his boxers and a white T-shirt, his regular sleep clothing. He lost the T-shirt now so he could feel less restricted. Back on Earth, when he was still feeling self-conscious about all the artifacts of his former girl-self, he’d slept in his chest compression binder at night. His girlfriend at the time told him that it would cut off circulation. It could cause deep vein thrombosis. She listed off so many ailments, expecting him to care, but it was the exact opposit
