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Feel the thinness of his body that is cancer eating its way from inside to out and know I’ll be growing old without him. No green drinks or raw diet or holistic doctor over on Flatbush Avenue seems to be helping him. Po’Boy wasting away. Pants half hanging off him even with the tailor on Fulton taking tuck after tuck. Now he’s sitting here in his dark linen suit with his pretty blue shirt underneath and all of it hanging on him like it’s being held up by air. I give his hand another squeeze and he pulls away to look over at me with that smile that says, Don’t even think what you thinking. Smile he passed down to Iris and she handed on to Melody. Lord, I will love that man’s smile till I die. You feel like dancing? he asks me, and I nod. Because I know I don’t have a whole lot more dances with him. I know the dance card God gave us is almost punched through.
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