Excerpt of The Night Tourist by Katherine Marsh
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He waited, but his father just nodded and then looked
away. Get some rest, he said. Well take you home
Jack tried to stay awake in case his father wanted to
talk more, but his silencepunctuated by the beeps and
pages of the hospitalseemed only to grow louder and
more resolute. Finally, Jack gave up, and closed his eyes.
At first, when he woke up, he didnt know if it was day or
night. The fluorescent light of the hospital hallway was
inconclusive. His father was lolled in a chair by his bed,
snoring. The white face of the clock in his room read
four a.m. A nurse in a white uniform stopped in front of
the door to his room to greet an emaciated old man in a
hospital gown. Jack closed his eyes and tried to fall back
asleep, but he couldnt help following their conversation.
My brother died in New York, said the old man.
Jack thought he heard the nurse say,We should all be
so lucky. But that seemed like an odd thing to say.
Oh, things arent perfect there, either, said the man.
The fountains were down the other week. And theres
concern that someone whothe man whispered something
Jack couldnt hearcould find a way
Down to the ninth floor? interrupted the nurse.
You know that cant happen.
But some people say . . .
Thats just an urban myth. Are you getting out
You bet! said the patient. I was thinking of flying
around the city.
Maybe Ill join you. Nobodys dying here, said the
nurse with a laugh.
Jack smiled with relief as he realized that the conversation
didnt make any sense because he was dreaming.
Copyright © 2007 by Katherine Marsh. All rights reserved. Published by Hyperion Books for Children, an imprint of Disney Book Group. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.