The Man Who Entered Our Bedroom at 1:13 Every Night

might feel cold in your arm,” he said to her.

She nodded again.

I looked from him to her. “What is she getting.”

He answered carefully. “If Mrs. Bell wants me to discuss – “

“What is she getting.”

Karen said, “Chemo.”

The word just sat there.

Plain.

No soft edges.

I stared at her.

No.

Actually no. That’s the first honest thing my brain said. Not maybe. Not why.continue reading …