Tom doesn’t ask too many questions about Aitch’s illness and mostly just listens, but his ears pricked up while Aitch was talking on the phone the other day.
What’s a chemo sweet, Mom? he asked.
After she’d explained about the room with all the reclining chairs where she sits for the day with a drip putting muti in her to help her get better, he lost interest.
He’s been there, and it turns out a chemo suite isn’t nearly as interesting as he thought.
Bewilderbeast Droppings 