In the hours before the call came, she laid out her clothes for work the next day and fixed herself a small drink.
She thought about calling in and telling her supervisor she would take the day off, and then spend it with Jack. She would make sure he ate something. Perhaps get him to laugh at a little joke, although he didn’t seem to recognize humor anymore, and he rarely did more than nibble at the hospital food.
She was feeling a buzz while checking out her spiky do in the bathroom mirror. Her clothes were ready, the blouse, skirt, stockings, lay in a circle on Jack’s side of the bed.
She couldn’t remember ever having been on top, and the word missionary caused a little smile to curve its way onto her lips. It sounded so funny.
Then, the phone rang, and after she received the news, nothing seemed funny for a very long time.
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