Liaay: "I know your name is Jeb." He was on the young side of the age of patients I usually met on this floor. "The nurses told me." I switched the guitar that was riding on the back of my shoulder to the handy position forplaying it. "Every week I come and sing songs with the patients. Today I'm here to sing Happy Birthday." I looked around for a chair but Jeb patted the side of the bed near his hips.

Yeah, well, I could tell what kind of trouble he was going to be.