She pointed weakly at me.
I laughed because she wanted me to.
Then I waited until she fell asleep before I cried.
« You make that face when you’re lying. »
***
Amanda had been seriously ill since childhood. By twenty, she’d spent more birthdays in hospital rooms than at home.
Robin and I became experts in waiting.
Waiting for test results.
Waiting for medications to work.
Waiting for doctors to stop using words like « concerning. »