he came up to me with his conspirator's smile, about to share the day's frustration.
he leans against the windows, "so did i tell you i'm planning to bomb my doctors office?"
i laughed, "nope."
he kept his smile, "remember the other day i said i had some tests done? well last night the doctor calls - & i miss it. i call back, at most, two minutes later & the secretary's like, "we're closed. call back during business hours." & i'm like,
"that bastard didnt call me back during business hours. look,
you're closed? you're in the building. i know my file's around there somewhere. i'm pretty sure
i have cancer, but if you could just verify that, that would be great."
& he smiled at me like, "life's a bitch, we know, but we're the kind of people that can laugh about it."
& for the first time in two years, he didnt make me smile.
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Submission Name: speechless.
