Many Days and a Night
By Eve Morton
I met Lorne around the same time that Morgan stopped talking to me. It was winter and I was working nights at two places, the lab and the hotel, though I sometimes mistook both of them and would show up at the wrong place. Since both always needed cleaning, I was always welcome—but it meant that my days and nights were blurring together. I had no idea what day of the week it was and where I was supposed to be half the time. If not for the automatic retrieval for my rent and automatic deposit for my checks from both places, I would have been homeless for most of that winter. In Chicago, it was a bitter winter.
I called Morgan one morning when I was off work and smoking outside before I would take the bus home. A guy passed me in the hospital’s front aw
