The Cube
Where to begin? I’m an oncologist specializing in pediatric and adolescent cancer patients at a university hospital on the East Coast. I’m twenty-eight years old. My dad was a doctor, too, and my mom is a nurse—or used to be, until he married Dad and started a family. Of course, I love my mom, but I was never going to accept second-class status, so it was always going to be med school for me. Let’s say my name is Naomi. It’s isn’t, of course, but it’ll do.
Until a month ago, when he moved to Seattle to take a dream job at an Internet start-up, I’d been living with my boyfriend of three years. His name is James—not Jim, and he’s a computer programmer or, as people like to say these days, a software engineer. That’s his real name.
James and I haven’t figured out yet exactly how t
