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...means that on the way home from the hospital, when your Jewish mother refers to her newly bandaged, bruised, splinted and drugged child as “Pretty Girl,” it’s not funny. It means that two days later, when your first expedition from bed promptly ends in failure when you drop the Spaghettios and need to call for help since you can’t bend over, it’s not funny. It means that four days later, when you go for a walk around the neighborhood and stun a tantruming three-year...
...cops tell us to park in an ambulance space, and we take them up on the offer. We sprint inside just in time to see Caroline, still trussed, wheeled past on a mobile bed and into a room. "Look," Kevin say, not squeamish but trying to consider what's best. "You don't need people here. Let me get out of your way." He goes to grab a cab, and though I know Caroline adores Uncle Kevin and would always want him around, I let him go-not least, because he's right...
...concussion." I offer this diagnosis to Luci. "I think she's had her first sports concussion." I tell her that I got one playing football, that my sister Gail got one skiing. Luci hugs Caroline and rocks back and forth on the edge of the bed. The doctor comes to talk with us and confirms that, in the best of all worlds, this is going to be a concussion, nothing more. "There's no internal bleeding, no break in the bones. It's amazing, really, that a professionally hit ball could go that far and hit her square...
...decided that Luci will return to her mother's in Chelmsford to be with Jack and Mary Grace when they awake. I'll stay in the hospital with Caroline. We get our room at 1:15 a.m., and Caroline insists that I share her bed. It's pediatric-sized, with a firm board at the end, so my legs can't hang over; I have to draw them up. For this reason and all the obvious ones, I get no sleep. Caroline sleeps in fits, waking to vomit occasionally (a usual aftershock of concussions), to tinkle, to cry for Mommy...
...night in March, Becker went to a South Beach club called Bed, where dinner and drinks are served to customers as they loll about on giant beds. In walked Sean (Puffy) Combs, fresh from New York City and his recent acquittal on gun charges. Becker and Combs compared notes on their rides through the celebrity courtroom circus. "I was in bed with Puffy, actually - and a beautiful Indian girl and a Hungarian girl," Becker says. "They bring us a meal, the food, appetizers, fruit, champagne. Continental cuisine...