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‘I’ll just say I can’t go.’

‘No way. You can’t do that.’

‘Sure I can do that. You’re my husband.’

‘Yeah, I do seem to remember a ceremony somewhere.’ Zen laughed. The two nurses at the other end of the room looked over and gave him embarrassed smiles.

‘Jeff –’

‘No, listen Bree, it’s fine. Things are going great here. I still can’t eat anything, but other than that, I’m in great shape. I may even go for a walk later.’

‘Don’t joke.’

‘I’m not joking. It was a figure of speech.’ Zen pulled his gown primly closer to his legs. When the phone call was finished, he’d go back facedown on the bed butt naked, but somehow it felt important to preserve what modesty he could.

‘The operation was OK?’

‘Bing-bing-bing. Didn’t feel anything. Laser looked pretty cool. The nurse are great,’ he added. ‘I won’t describe them or you’ll get jealous.’

The women – neither of whom was under fifty – blushed.

‘I love you, Jeff.’

‘I love you too, Bree. Take care of yourself, all right?’

‘You’re sure?

‘Shit yeah.’

‘I’ll call.’

‘Call when you can.’

‘Jeff?’

‘Yup?’

‘I love you.’

‘I love you too.’