The customary defiant denial.
“Numbers don’t just fall off by accident,” he said, fingering the old clock.
“You must have done something.” Another tack, less accusatory, though God knows he was in so much pain it was hard to keep his tone neutral. How much longer must he suffer with this cancer gnawing away inside?
“I was just wishing…”
“That it would never be time to go back to school again…” she said, her cheeks flaming.
A thought struck him.
“Have you been wishing anything about me, child…?”
She nodded. He sighed.
This was going to be difficult.
Thanks to Rochelle at Friday Fictioneers for all her hard work. Sorry I missed last week Rochelle; the dog ate the note from my mother. 🙂