She called me back to say her husband had, had a stroke
on the golf course the day before. Her voice was serene.
“You seem so calm”, I said.
She seemed surprised.
Maybe she is trying to be calm.
Maybe she is in shock.
Maybe she is numb because the rat bastard abuses his body.
Maybe at her age she is prepared for him to die. She said as much.
Maybe I don’t know what calm really sounds like. I would like to know.