This chick Marla Singer did not have testicular cancer.
She was a liar. She had no diseases at all.
I had seen her at Free and Clear, my blood parasites group Thursdays.
Then at Hope, my bimonthly sickle cell circle. And again at Seize the Day, my tuberculosis Friday night. Marla, the big tourist.
Her lie reflected my lie, and suddenly, I felt nothing.