"No."
"Why not?"
"No point. It was too late. I just didn’t want to be helpless and sick," Willy revealed. "In some funny way, maybe, if I just buried my neck in my work, perhaps it would just all go away."
Maxine burst out laughing through her tears, "Are you kidding me right now?"
"Not really, no."
"You think you can just run and hide from—" Maxine stopped herself and swallowed hard. She noticed he was checking her salad out, "Are you hungry?"
"A bit, yes."
Maxine bit her lip and placed her hand on the plate. He looked back at her, a grin streaking across his lips. She pushed the salad toward him.
"Help yourself."
"Thanks."
He took a fork, dug into the lettuce and shoveled it into his mouth, "Mmmm."
Maxine stared at her father. He must have been ravenous. He munched away in his
