No One Knows Their Blood Type (Excerpt)
Lately I’ve stopped looking at my father; his body is just another part of the room now, like the bed, the chair, and the window onto the maternity ward.
No One Knows Their Blood Type (Excerpt)
Lately I’ve stopped looking at my father; his body is just another part of the room now, like the bed, the chair, and the window onto the maternity ward.