The Doorstep Diaries, Day 36

The crowd in here seemed particularly odd today. Ever since the boy whispered something to Sally. Everyone's a bit more stiff. It's off.

Sally and the father showed up, but instead of bringing cookies or sandwiches they came in with a small bottle of water. Smelled like they had spent the night at an Italian restaurant, too, wreaked of
garlic. Like I said, people will do anything. I knew a man once who ate a clove of garlic everyday because it was good for his heart. A clove. An entire clove. Well, he fell off the bleachers at a basketball game. End of story. Who knows, maybe they had just watched Twilight, too.

The odd part was they seemed nervous. Usually Sally will strut in here with those d-cups and fluff his pillow and chat away about something, anything at all. Today she was a bit more
composed. The father, well, he always looked nervous.

She sat next to the boy. Now she whispered. This was getting tedious.

"That won't work," the boy said. "Try cookies. And wear something nice."

Well that wasn't bad then. With any luck he'll be too sick to eat them by then. I wouldn't mind a last plate. She comes on Sunday, that's a week after he went off chemo and Nurse said that'd
do it. Thank god.

They were probably going to have a living funeral. Now that's one of the smarter things people do these days. Who would pay for a party they couldn't even attend? This boy is smarter than he looks: cash in on the food and drink now. Eat, drink and be merry, you know? Nice food, people dress up--Sally will dress up. Hallelujah. Maybe that'll all be enough to push him over, too. All
that excitement.

"Minestrone" again. I can't wait.