““Seeing Dottie and me in that picture, smiling with melty ice cream cones in our hands and the drips running down into our fingers, I started to feel pretty bad. And so I sat down on my new white bed in my new white room and just started rocking. Back and forth and back and forth, until the light faded in the room, and the orange sunlight stripes was brown and the brown boxes disappeared and the white things turned gray and my head was tired and heavy.””