Last week I was at the doctor's for tests. He was so worried. "It's just a lump," I said. It could be anything." His eyes looked strange under eyebrows that curved like gull wings. It was one of those moments when you realize how much someone cares. It's an intense instant that strikes like a feather of iron.

He'd come home every day and ask me if I'd heard anything.

I still haven't gotten the results. Does it matter?