O.K., Gentle Readers, don't even try to tell me that the first thought in Catherine's head when she found out her elderly husband has cancer wasn't Oh Thank God, old Crag Face will be off the viagra for a while and I won't have to look up and see all those valleys among the mountains.
Catherine, Catherine, Catherine, am I spelling your name correctly or are you Katherine? I figured typing it over and over might give me a clue.
Now where was I?
Yes, the train is back on the rails.
Catherine, do not feel guilty. Your husband will probably live forever, just like his dad who had a stroke a million years ago and has hung around ever since.
I often wished my husband dead but damn it, it's the beautiful, talented wealthy women who have all the luck, not poor little broken-backed Lola.
Infinities of love,