March 9th, 2009
Bad Good News

I got good news today. You see, my friend Luke is sick. Something wrong with his liver that I don't get. But, guess what? I heard some good news today. He's high on the waiting list!

Well, but, I guess it's bad good news. He's sick enough, dying enough, to be high on the waiting list.

I go to his house today, carrying a bunch of pictures. Noah opens the door, saying with a tired face, "Hey, Casey. You got 'em?"

I hand the prints to him. Luke, puzzled, asks, "What are those?"

"Our wedding pictures, hon," Noah says with a patient smile, passing them over. I feel tense.

Luke fingers them, rubs the glossy surface. He looks up and asks, "What are pictures?"