Olivia [h.s.]

| Sick |

Harry coughed lightly into his shoulder. He had been doing that a lot lately. The other day, he went to the doctor and they told him he had lung cancer.

A knock on the door startled him.

"Come in!"

Olivia appeared in the doorway. Timmy stood next to her. He was fourteen now. He always asks Harry not to call him Timmy, but instead, to call him Thomas. Harry embarrasses him anyway and calls him Timmy.

"Hey darling," he greeted Olivia.

She sat down with him and asked what was wrong. He told her what the doctor told him.

"How much longer do you have?"

"A year. I have it bad."