The doctor’s has just left the hospital room after giving them the bad news: the cancer has spread; it’s too late.
Roberta clutches the older woman’s frail hand to her chest, sobbing.
“Oh, don’t cry for me,” Roberta’s mother says weakly but consolably. “I’ve had the best 10 years of my life since your father died.”
The Andersons gasp in unison. “We never use that word – where’d she learn it?” says mom to dad.
“The Leafs lose again!” The announcement comes from the television in the living room and blares into the kitchen.
“Fuck!” yells Maizy’s grandmother.