‘Can I get you anything?’ ‘I’m fine.’ ‘Are you due anything? Medicine or …’ ‘No, I’m fine.’ ‘Dry martini with a twist?’ ‘Oh yes please.’ ‘Do you want to get under the covers?’ ‘Just that blanket, please.’ ‘Curtains closed?’ ‘Please. But leave the window open.’ ‘See you later then.’ ‘Goodbye, darling.’ ‘See you.’ He smiles tightly at her, but she is already lying on her side with her back to him, and he steps out of the room, pulling the door loosely closed. One day quite soon, probably within the year, he will walk out of a room and never see her again, and this thought is so hard to conceive
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