Sycamore Row - John Grisham

A nurse eventually arrived. She was one of his least favorites and didn’t like to be
bothered. Lonny wanted to talk, to tell her about the stranger, but this gal was not a
listener. She asked what he wanted, and he said he couldn’t go to sleep. She promised to
check back later, the same promise as always.
He lay in the dark, frightened. Was he frightened because he’d been called by his real
name? Because his past had caught up with him? Or was he frightened because he
wasn’t sure he’d actually seen and heard the stranger? Was he finally losing his mind?
Was the brain damage becoming permanent?
He faded away, drifting in and out of blackness, sleeping for only a moment or two
before thinking of Sylvester.