Her other obsession was superheroes.
She kept a row of little figures beside her bed and chose one before every treatment.
Alice had been fighting leukemia for almost a year.
« Chemo buddy, » she’d announce.
That morning, Spider-Man was clipped to her IV pole.
I’d hung paper stars around the room and brought a small cake.
Alice looked at the decorations, then at me.
« You did too much. »
« It’s your birthday. »
Spider-Man was clipped to her IV pole.