I sat on a couch catty-corner where my friend sat. The room was dark and warm. She was recovering from surgery for cancer.
"You should have seen what they took out of me," she said.
I nodded. "Yeah," I said quietly.
"You know, sometimes, I wonder about all that Tab I drank years ago. Maybe..." she said looking for answers.
I paused. "No," I said as quietly as I could.