I felt I could do nothing to help Catherine. She
didn’t want to go to the brain tumour support group. I wanted to help her and
help myself.
I was saddened that she wouldn’t let him help.
“I don’t want that for you,” she said.
I held her hand as she went under the radiation polo mint.
She couldn’t remember the holidays we’d been on yet could
remember stanning ‘gainst by a castelated Moroccan roof garden wall.
“Should we have a baby?” she said.
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