C: Zsolt, when are you coming to bed?
Z: It’s only 10:00 PM!
C: Zsolt when are you coming to bed?
C: Come soon, I’m sleepy.
*click goes the light*
C: I’m having a hot flash.
C: Is everything okay?
Z: Everything is okay.
C: What about [enter nearest problem on my mind]?
Z: That is okay too. We’re both okay.
C: What do you think about ice cream? I haven’t had ice cream in a long time. It’s been years already – I think about 2 years, except that one time with that xylitol stuff. Which was good, but I still felt guilty eating it – it was too sweet. I think I miss Balaton. Sometimes when I think of it, I picture out our on that surf board in the morning, looking at the water.
Z: That was nice.
Z: The fish were big.
C: Wouldn’t it be awesome if the chemo and treatment knock the cancer back into remission?
C: Mission remission.
Z: Mission remission.
Z: What is it?!
C: Back spasm. I’m getting an ice pack.
*sound of shuffling bare feet on a too-cold floor. Flash of light from the freezer. Footsteps return.
C: I forgot the tea towel.
*again, sound of shuffling footsteps.
Catherine kicks at her blankets, then flips to the other end of the bed. She then does a half-asleep yoga-like stretching pose.
Z: You okay?
C: I’m not going to sleep tonight.
Z: You say that every night, and then you sleep.
Z: Are you sure?
C: I guess so. I just can’t stop worrying.
Z: Tell me what you’re worrying about.
Catherine proceeds to list everything she is worrying about. Zsolt then talks her through them one by one.
Z: Good night.
C: Good night.
Z: I love you.
C: I love you too.
And how can you not love a man who never, ever complains – no matter how many times you wake him up?