“No. I don’t know. I don’t think she’s going to the doctor anymore.” A pause for the woman on the other end to answer. “I don’t know what I’m going to do. No, not tonight, I’m already home. Tomorrow . . . Yeah, I know. It has to change . . . Of course I tried talking to her, I tried a million times. Look, just drop it, okay . . . No, I really don’t want to talk about it. Tomorrow. Tomorrow . . . All right, good night . . . I love you, too.”
