A couple of hours later Jack stomped into
Jonah’s living room. “It’s amazing we
were born with any brains in our head, considering the morons who conceived
us,” Jack said bitterly. “No chemo, no
radiation, no nothing. She’s just giving
up.”
“According to Dad, the doctors said it was
hopeless.”
“And since when do doctors know what the
hell they’re talking about? They were using leeches like fifty years ago!”
“I don’t know about that.”
“My point is, even if it’s a remote chance
that treatment would work, isn’t a remote chance better than no chance?” Jack snapped. He dropped onto the couch. “I just can’t believe
this. I had no idea.”
“She has been acting weird lately, I guess," Jonah said, but Jack was quick to retort, “Who can tell? She’s always acting weird. How was I supposed to know that this week it
meant she had a fatal illness?”