surgery, back in February (where was I, in February?). Now she was in remission, but the last bout of chemo had left her frail. She should have been resting, allowing herself to recover. It was crazy that she was still going to the House, crazy that she was going out to dinner, crazy that I had let her. “How could I know? She didn’t tell me.” I heard Miriam kiss her teeth at me. “Anyone with any sense just needs to look at the woman to know something is wrong!”
