The doctor was encouraging, talked of remissions and experimental cures. But she knew. Back home, she sat and began to make lists.
“Where to?” The cab driver watched her in his mirror. “I got seventy bucks to my name. Just get me that far away from here.”
Late nights and weekends, another trip. She wiped her tears and packed his lunch. Enjoy your cake, dear. Share it with your secretary!
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