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e hair； usually so neatly bed； was sticking up in tufts and tangles； his hands were in it； yanking and pulling； when I walked in。 His eyes were raw； the skin beneath them puffy and swollen。 His palsy was the worst I had ever seen it； he looked like a man who had just e inside after a long walk on a terribly cold night。
〃Hal； I'm sorry； I'll e back！〃 I began。
〃No；〃 he said。 〃Please； Paul。 e in。 Shut the door and e in。 I need someone now； if I ever needed anyone in my whole life。 Shut the door and e in。〃
I did as he asked； forgetting my own pain for the first time since I'd awakened that morning。
〃It's a brain tumor；〃 Moores said。 〃They got X…ray pictures of it。 They seemed real pleased with their pictures； actually。 One of them said they may be the best ones anyone's ever gotten； at least so far； said they're going to publish them in some biggety medical journal up in New England。 It's the size of a lemon； they said； and way down deep inside； where they can't operate。 They say she'll be dead by Christmas。 I haven't told her。 I can't think how。 I can't think how for the life of me。〃
Then he began to cry； big； gasping sobs that filled me with both pity and a kind of terror … when a man who keeps himself as tightly guarded as Hal Moores finally does lose control； it's frightening to watch。 I stood there for a moment； then went to him and put my arm around his shoulders。 He groped out for me with both of his own arms； like a drowning man； and beg
