‘Do you remember the time at your apartment,’ I said, ‘when Sherri was starting chemotherapy and her hair was falling out –’ ‘Yeah, the cat’s water dish.’ ‘She was standing by the cat’s water dish and her hair kept falling into the water dish and the poor cat was puzzled.’ ‘ “What the hell is this?” ‘ Fat said, quoting what the cat would have said could it talk. ‘ “Here in my water dish?” ‘ He grinned, but no joy could be seen in his grin. Neither of us could be funny any longer, even between us.
