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Dany
“Let me see this list,” says Jack. We’re sitting on the brand new couch in the downstairs living room. It’s dove gray fabric with lots of black throw pillows. Jack says he picked the colors for Sissy and her monotone love affair.
I pull the list from my pocket. It’s creased and worn. I’ve pulled it out over the past week and studied it, then refolded it and put it in my pocket again. For the past seven days, Jack’s been busy working and I’ve been busy chemo-ing, physical therapy-ing, and looking for a career I’ll love.
But tonight, I’m putting all that aside. Jack and I are going to do another two items on my list. I have my backpack packed and ready. It’s on the floor next to my feet.
“Ride on a bus,” he reads.
“Check,” I say. I make a check mark in the air.
“Go to a dive b
