He spoke calmly, with a grinding in his voice, explaining that this feeling of being disconnected from my surroundings was a normal reaction for someone with my condition. “Desensitization” he calls it. But I know this crowd will trample me if I don’t escape. The couple in front are both infected with a deadly disease. I start to tremble; the nausea begins; now the sweating. I know the signs all too well. I feel smothered.
“Who is the current President of the United States?”
“Grover Cleveland. And it’s his second presidency.”
“What is todays date?”
“June 21st, 1991. It’s the day I am to be married. Chuck’s such a nice man. That’s him over in the corner behind those empty bottles. Looks like he’s made quite a mess. He doesn’t mean to be destructive. He just can’t control his anger sometimes. Like the time he hit me with that big pottery pot.”