“Ten weeks,” I said.
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“That’s what dying does,” I said. “It makes people soft. It doesn’t make them good.” I went anyway. Of course I went. That’s the trap of family—no matter how many maps you draw, the blood keeps finding its way back to the same poisoned ground. “Ten weeks,” I said
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“Ten weeks,” I said.
“He’s got six months,” Lukas said. “Maybe less. The doctor used words like ‘aggressive’ and ‘palliative,’ but you know Dad. He just said, ‘I’m not doing chemo.’”
“That’s what dying does,” I said. “It makes people soft. It doesn’t make them good.” I went anyway. Of course I went. That’s the trap of family—no matter how many maps you draw, the blood keeps finding its way back to the same poisoned ground.
“Jo,” he said. Not like a question. Like a correction he was willing to make. “Come in. Sit down.”