Chapter 7

Siegel was jogging that next morning and collapsed on the gravel road. He was in pain, but more embarrassed that he was lying on the ground in public and couldn't get himself up. He had fallen in the cemetery, ironic isn't it? The day before he had dinner with his lady writer friend, Sondra. He didn't tell her about his visit to the neurologist. She had suggested Siegel to hire an assistant and was confused to as why he declined. They started talking about Siegel's books filling him with emotions. Siegel wanted to reach out and grab Sondra's had, but he knew she'd get the wrong impression. Oddly enough their waiter's name was Dmitri. Back to his fall… he felt a numbness in his right leg. Laying there with no cell phone he wondered how he could get help. If Siegel did have a cell phone though who would he call? Not Sondra, but maybe Essler the man he regretted not hiring as his assistant. Siegel went back into his day dreams and thought about his mother and how all she wanted him to do was get married. Siegel's broken watch still reading 7:20, hoist himself up onto a grave and massaged his leg and began to return feeling. He called out "hello? help…" no response.