Anyway, she knew worse. Susie couldn’t remember her mum or understand what cancer was back then.
She knew now. Tomorrow was her birthday. Her cake would have 47 candles.
Then she’d tell her husband and sons. She shouldn’t have kept it quiet and knew they’d never buy the “did it to spare them” line. She was just delaying the inevitable.
But having her cake her way was another victory. She made it through another year. There wouldn’t be another.
Yes, she blow out those candles tomorrow.