My marble stone had just landed on my doorstep, but I would need patience, sweat, and time to find my David within its walls. Ed is home more now. He takes time off to be with me. He has stopped smoking. He feels partly responsible for my cancer even though my lungs are fine.
Someone calls the house and hangs up several times.
I hear a girl sobbing on the phone, she must be no more than Amanda s age. I wonder if her mother too will leave bruises holding on to her cut hands doing her best to make up for Ed s absence. The chemotherapy is making me nauseated. Ed carries me from the bedroom to the family room every morning. He sets up cushions around me.