She came and stood next to me and coughed and coughed. We stood there together, she and I.
When she’d stopped coughing, I looked at her, she looked at me.
Then she coughed and coughed and coughed again. Her face turned scarlet.
When she was done, I looked at her again, and she looked at me.
She coughed and cough and coughed some more.
I looked at her, she looked at me. I took a step away from her in these covid19 days.
She’d stopped coughing and she shrugged.
"Ventilator?" I said.
She laughed nervously and said, "Well, let's hope it is cancer."
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