words. I knew already he was one of Dannyâs stoogies.
âMeans Tortugaâs a vegetable too!â Tuerto, Dannyâs other crony piped up, and he looked at me with his bulging fish eyes. The three of them laughed.
âShut up!â Mike snapped. âWeâll get him out of there. He doesnât belong there ⦠Salomón knows that.â
âI donât believe what Salomón says,â Danny countered.
âWell you better start believing you little bastard!â Ronco said harshly. âSalomónâs the only one who knows whatâs going on here ⦠might do your hand some good if you started listening to him.â
âWhat does he say?â I asked.
âHe tells stories,â Mike shrugged.
âYeah, heâs really smart,â one of the smaller kids I couldnât recognize said.
âHe reads books ⦠thatâs all he does, all day long, in the night ⦠I bet heâs read a million books!â
âHeâs been here longer than anyone else.â
âHeâs a good storytellerââ
âAh, heâs a carrot!â Danny persisted. âHeâs king of the vegetables, thatâs all. And theyâre all stuck in their machines just like a bunch of vegetables stuck in the ground! They canât shit, they canât eat, they canât do anything by themselves!â
âYaughâyeah,â Mudo gurgled then wiped the saliva from his mouth.
âItâs not that bad,â Ronco tried to reassure me, âyou just have to get used to it. But if the Nurse tries to take you to any other ward then scream bloody murder. Donât let her.â He glanced nervously at Mike.
âNah, she wonât do that,â Mike said, âweâll fight her. Weâre going to go to Steel as soon as he has time ⦠heâs been in surgery all day.â
âYeah, we can report her to the Committee,â one of the kids volunteered.
âDamn right we can!â
âThey put me in that ward once, to punish me, cause Iâd broken into the crafts room and stolen glue for the kids who like to sniff it, anâ I couldnât sleep. There must be a hundred iron lungs in there, cause the bad polio cases canât breathe at night without the lungs, and at night they make a noise like a monster breathing in the dark ⦠whoooosh, wouuuuu-shh, whooooosh ⦠Iâd rather they punish me with castor oil than to go in there!â
âWho else goes in there?â I asked. Mike shook his head. âItâs not exactly a place to visit,â he said.
I wanted to ask them more about Salomón but it was late in the afternoon and the supper call sounded in the hallway, calling everybody that could get there to the dining room. Those of us that were bed-ridden remained in our rooms, feeling the day end as the sad twilight filled the rooms. It was a time to think of home, of family and of warm times eating together ⦠times which seemed so distant now that the memory was inseparable from a dream. I lay quietly, listening to the food trays coming down the hall, feeling the echoes in the near-empty ward, and looking at the mountain through the window. Then, beneath all the sounds, woven into them so you had to hold your breath to separate the cries, I heard the soft whimpering of babies. It was a sound no one talked about, and it seemed to come from where I guessed lay Salomónâs ward.
5
The next morning the Nurse appeared with the day orderly, a grinning giant called Samson.
âReady?â she asked. She seemed cheerful. Samson smiled down at me, his bald head shining with light. Together they rolled my bed out of the room and pushed it down the empty hall. The bed squeaked and reverberated as we went deeper into the hospital. I tried to keep track of the direction, but we made too many turns into the dimly lighted maze.
Finally we arrived at a large wooden door. It was old