“Claire.”
“Y estabas en tu computadora portátil a las dos de esta mañana”.
Se inclinó y me besó la frente.
“Please don’t interrogate the dying man.”
“I hate that joke.”
– Lo sé.
I looked at him carefully.
“Whatever you’re doing, you can tell me.”
His expression changed.
“I wish I could.”
– Entonces dímelo.
He looked down at the papers.
“You already have enough to carry.”
“That’s not your decision.”
“It should be sometimes.”
“What does that mean?”
Jack me miró durante un largo momento.
“Significa que si alguien necesitara ayuda mañana, dirías que sí antes de preguntar si realmente podrías permitirte ayudarlos”.
“Eso suena como un cumplido”.
“It scares me.”
– ¿Por qué?
“Because you never know when to let someone else be the problem.”
At the time, I decided not to push.
I told myself Jack deserved one part of his life that cancer—and I—weren’t monitoring.
