144.) When Lancelot was unable to draw himself to his feet, he would roll from one side of the bed to the other, clinging to the edge as someone wiped his back and changed the linens. They did the same for him when he miscalculated and shat over the edge of the bedpan, which he did often. There was usually an accent, quick and workmanlike hands, a woman’s touch.
Lancelot rested in bed 6S29A alongside Juan Begazo, a peculiar old man who spoke nothing but garbled Spanish and who turned his lights and his television off and on, off and on, as the night went by.