"Fine," I say, "Bit of a headache. How's your sister?"
She flashes me with her white teeth. "She's doing better," her smile slips a little, "The chemo is working and she's in remission. How about I get you something for that headache?"
"Sure," I say as she walks out of the room. I watch her backside sway with each step until the door closes and locks with a thump behind her. She only person I know that isn't a government spook. She's the closest thing to a friend I have. I wish I didn't have to die to see her.
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