Sunday, April 25


I sneak up on him and kiss his ear. He turns in his chair, looks at me with guarded eyes. "Will you let me take you to lunch?" he asks.

"I'll go," I say, "but I'm fasting."

A frown touches his lips. "For how long?"

"Until I can't."

The unsaid words vibrate between us: Until I'm dead.

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