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18. Equinox-1
Equinox St. SebastianDuring those bleary, delirious days when his mother went from sick to dying to dead, St. Sebastian invented a game for himself. If he could count every second for one minute, one two three four and so on until sixty, when the minute hand on the hospital clock ticked over—and if he could count each second perfectly, pronouncing the number clearly and loudly inside his head—then he would be given a new minute for each second he counted. So if he counted one full minute, he would be given a new hour, another hour. She would be given another hour. There was an important rule, however. He would only be given an hour of time equivalent to the minute he had counted; that is to say that if he counted a minute when his mother was writhing in pain in between morphine doses
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