What Cal wanted now more than ever was a doctors note. He told him he had what Marianna had, and the doctor said that wasn't possible. Then he told him maybe it was cancer what Keith's got but the doctor said that was also impossible but still ran tests. All were negative.
Cal had never wanted something as badly to leave. He thought about everything saying he was seeing things, telling the doctor he heard voices. But he couldn't fake it. On all accounts he was fine. He actually was in the best shape of his life, and likely would live well over 90.
He thought about breaking something, his ankle, he's rolled it before. Like snapping a stick he thought. Even if he broke his hand, he would still be here stuck here. Fuck. Frozen in time.
He was angry with Keith. He wished he could be him. Then mad at himself.
Fuck.
He left the office, and went to the coffee machine. One
espresso
and a latte for Keith. He was trying to keep weight up. More calories the better.
