The memory of his nearly-black swollen scrotum haunted me.The memory of his nearly-black swollen scrotum haunted me. It must have been terribly painful for him. I remembered the reddish liquid that leaked from his penis, not red enough to be just blood, but obviously there was a lot of blood in it. I looked over at the receptionist. She smiled and nodded, is that all they did here, smile and nod? A moment later she stood up and came over to me. "You want some coffee,... or somethin'?" she drawled. I shook my head, "No thanks! Is the boy okay? I really have to get back on the road," I asked, "I'm running late enough as it is." She smiled, "I'm sorry. I don't know anything yet. I'm sure the boy is doin' jus' fine. The doctor's been with him for a while now." She went back to her cubicle-office. I sat back in the seat, still wondering if I should leave. Except for the hum of the air- conditioner, the room was quiet. |