"I would like to leave the—hospital."
Frank felt an odd, inner frustration. What in the devil was wrong with the man? He sounded like a child just learning the language. Yet there was nothing else to indicate backwardness. He looked pretty much like a self-sufficient, self-contained adult.
"I can sign you out—get you a pair of crutches. By the way, I don't think the hospital got your home address."
"My home—address?"
"Yes. The place you live." There was a pause, and finally Frank realized the man wasn't going to answer. "Your home, man. Where you live."
"I'm looking for a—home."
"Oh, I see. New in town?"
"Yes, new in—town."
"I have a place," Frank said, and it seemed to him as though someone else were talking from within him—that he was only a listener. "You can crowd in with me until you get settled somewhere."
"I can crowd in with—you?"