I hadn't called him for a long time, so I did today.
"Hi," I said when he answered knowing who was calling.
"How are you?" he whispered back.
"I’m good. Is this a good time?" I asked him, because of his hushed tone.
"I'm at Art Harpur's office," he said. Art is our doctor.
"I hope you get good news," I said back.
"I've got cancer," he said without any warning. My breath leaves me.
“Its cancer of the mouth,” he said in a way that seemed to imply it could be worse.
I am going to see him on Saturday. He said he would tell me all about it then. I hope I do not cry again.