Sister Patricia

Sister Patricia


She had never run a marathon

until she received word from

her sister that her cancer was

malignant. That changed her

phone-call greeting from “Hi, Pat.

What’s happening?” to “Hi, Pat.

Is there anything I can do for you?

How about lunch?” Pat always

replied, “Yes!” When they exited

the car to go to the luncheonette

Pat lagged a bit behind, bent over

like a scalene triangle, but

remained game, despite her lack

of appetite. Food smelled like

shit and tasted like copper.

“How ‘bout we split that check?”

she said, pulling out her purse,


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