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‘How long?’ Dexter said, finally breaking the silence.
‘What, how long have I had it or how long have I got left?’
‘How long have you had it. Dick.’
Caroline laughed. In one word, Dexter had both settled the atmosphere and cemented their friendship. ‘It was diagnosed a week before we moved up here. Stage two, so you’re not getting rid of me just yet.’
‘What… I mean, where…’
‘Ovarian. The lady bits.’
‘I know what ovaries are. In a parallel universe I’m a doctor, don’t forget.’ Dexter was silent for a moment. ‘That’s ages. Why didn’t you say anything?’
‘I didn’t think you were interested in my ovaries.’
‘I’m not, but I’m interested in you being okay.’
‘I’m fine.’
‘You’re not fine, you’ve got… You’re not well.’
‘It’s okay, Dex, you can say it. It’s cancer. I’ve got cancer. Ther
