THE EMT WAS LOADING her into the ambulance and even though it was cold his sleeves were rolled up and he was sweating. I overheard somebody say that she’d been dead for three minutes.
The side of her face was purple and red from where she’d laid her head down and her one eye looked like glass, but her chest had resumed its rise and fall. For three minutes and maybe a little longer, I knew what it was like to be Charlie. I knew how he felt.
And for the first time in a long time, Charlie made a little sense to me.