A brief conversation left Billy Mann lost for words
They bumped into one another in the doorway to the community centre. They were both visibly pleased by the accidental meeting.
"I'm here for the folk dancing," one told the other. "Third floor."
The other, from genuine interest rather than politeness, asked how he had been.
"Not that good. I haven't been around much, to be honest." He stepped forward, drawing closer, and lowered his tone. "My mate Rita's got cancer." He stepped back and made a rapid swishing motion with the index finger of his right hand. "Had a mastectomy."
The other felt inadequate, not knowing what the appropriate response was. The truth was he wasn't sure there even was one. They shook hands and went their separate ways.
The other felt inadequate, not knowing what the appropriate response was. The truth was he wasn't sure there even was one. They shook hands and went their separate ways.
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