Wilma went into her lounge. Fred slept. She smiled. She would chat later. Every day was a bonus when stage four cancer was at home but Wilma prided herself on just getting on and not burdening others. She wasn’t convinced Carolyn could do that. Was there a false jollity about those wretched letters?
Wilma opened the letter. It only had one sheet instead of Carolyn’s dozen double sided pages.
‘Wilma, let’s talk. Ken’s run off with another woman. Now what?’