The call would come between two and four. She had the afternoon off. She ate lunch without particularly tasting it. She did the dishes. She opened the laptop and read an article she didn't really care about. At quarter to two she sat in the chair by the window. Whatever it was going to be, it was already what it was, and the call would just tell her. She had made her peace with that some days ago. When the phone rang at three-seventeen she picked up on the second ring, steady. She listened. She thanked the nurse. She hung up, and sat with the information.
