Detail from The Storm by Pierre Auguste Scott (1880)
“I think I’m dying.” I sit in the doctor’s office three and a half weeks after my dad died, hands on my knees, head bent and eyes on the floor. “You need to run some tests.”
The doctor, a handsome man who I’m embarrassed is seeing me like this, gently asks me what I think I’m dying of. I tell him - the …
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