She speaks in whens.
When your sister gets nominated for an Oscar, I'll take you two to Paris and we'll buy designer dresses.
When you graduate, I'll put your name on a poster and scream like I'm at a rock concert. That'll wipe the smirk off your principal's face.
When I get better, we'll throw a theme party. I'm thinking disco. Or maybe a masquerade – won't that be fun?
I nod and repeat: When Izzy gets nominated. When I graduate. When you get better.
The nurses speak in ifs.
If this chemo goes okay …
If there are no more signs …
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