The door closed behind him.
I pulled the paperwork into a neat stack.
“Okay,” I said. “You sign this one. I think this one is mine.”
“The nurse will bring the last forms.”
Theo didn’t move.
I looked at him.
“I’m calling in sick Saturday.”
That got his attention.
“You never call in sick.”
“Exactly. We’re celebrating irresponsibly. I’ll cook.”
Theo didn’t move.
“Don’t.”
I stopped.
“Don’t what?”
“Alicia.”
Something in his voice made me put the pen down.
“Don’t what?”
“What?”
He looked directly at me.
“I want a divorce.”
I focused on the papers and straightened a crooked page.
“You need to sign the follow-up sheet.”
“Alicia.”
“I want a divorce.”
“And we should put the next scan in both our phones,” I continued.
“Did you hear me?”
I set the pen on top of the papers.
“You’ve been cancer-free for about four hours.”
“I know.”
“Then maybe wait until dinner before ruining my life.”