Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Central Casting
She would sit down after supper with her black address book and call all of her friends to tell them she might have breast cancer. She told them that she was leaving a copy of Informed Consent next to the fridge, to kill her appetite. Then she laughed. I retreated to my bedroom. At one point she raced up the red-carpeted stairs and barged into my room screaming "You want me to die!"
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