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Me: I’m guessing this has something to do with your mom?
I take a wild guess.
Abel: Yeah.
Me: Still don’t wanna talk about it, I see.
Abel: I do. I would just rather talk about it face to face. When can I see you?
Me: I still have some things to take care of. It’s going to be at least a few more weeks.
Abel: I wish you were here.
Me: Me too.
Abel: Can I call you later?
I hesitate with my fingers over the screen. Can he call me? Is that a good idea?
I weigh the pros and cons. While I may look like hell, the cancer hasn’t affected my voice. As long as it’s just talking, I can’t see the harm in it. Then again, there are so many people in and out of my room, not to mention the monitors that seem to go off without warning or explanation, usually scaring the crap out of me.
Deciding it’s probably better to keep it to texting until I get to go home, I try to figure out an excuse that doesn’t seem like complete and total garbage.
Me: Not sure if I’ll be able to talk. It’s easier just to text right now.
I bite the inside of my cheek as I wait for his response, which comes after two very long minutes.
Abel: Why won’t you tell me where you are?
Me: It’s too much to get into. I promise when I get back I’ll explain everything.
Abel: I’m going to hold you to that. I gotta go. My mom is threatening to take my phone away.
Me: Well we don’t want that now, do we?
I laugh.
Me: Just text me later when you can.
“Uh oh, I know that smile.” I look up right as Claire enters my room. “What’s ourperfectAbel up to today?”
“He’s with his family right now. I guess his oldest brother is in from California.”
“How fun.”
“I don’t think it’s a regular visit. I guess there’s something up with his mom but he hasn’t said what.”
“Have you asked him?” She sets a white paper bag on the table in front of me.
“Yeah. He said he’d rather talk about it face to face.”
“Sounds like maybe he’s trying to make an excuse to see you.” She gives me a knowing grin.
“You think so?”
“Oh, I know so.” She nods, peeling open the paper bag.
“Is that McNally’s?” I ask, recognizing the emblem on the bag.
