She patted the duvet next to her to get him to come and sit down. He stayed where he was.
“What’s wrong?” She still smiled but it was tighter now, and she traced her fingers along the threaded pattern of the duvet,
grizzly bears that Conor had outgrown years ago. She had tied her red rose scarf around her head, but only loosely,
and he could see her pale scalp underneath. He didn’t think she’d even pretended to try on any of his grandma’s old wigs.
“I’m going to be okay,” she said. “I really am.” “Are you?” he asked.
“We’ve been here before, Conor,” she said. “So don’t worry.
I’ve felt really bad and I’ve gone in and they’ve taken care of it. That’s what’ll happen this time.”
She patted the duvet cover again. “Won’t you come and sit down next to your tired old mum?”
Conor swallowed, but her smile was brighter and – he could tell – it was a real one.
He went over and sat next to her on the side facing the window.
She ran her hand through his hair, lifting it out of his eyes, and he could see how skinny her arm was, almost like it was just bone and skin.
“Why is Dad coming?” he asked. His mother paused, then put her hand back down into her lap.
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