The Disease
There is a couple. A man and a woman. Speaking German. And the woman is young, sharp-featured, and the chemotherapy has taken everything. Her eyebrows. The color from her cheeks so she looks sallow and wan despite her smile. And they hold hands and chatter and kiss as they wait in the queue. And my friend says.
"I just read your mind."
"OK?"
"You just thought, 'He would have left me.'"
I say nothing, because. Because.
"I just read your mind."
"OK?"
"You just thought, 'He would have left me.'"
I say nothing, because. Because.