Lintilla: “So, I’m headed to the oncologist. He’s going to have me set up an appointment with Dr [xxxx] (her OB-Gyn). I’ve got a list of questions to ask her.”
Me: “Good. We need to make sure we’re doing everything right.”
Her: “I was going to ask her…when we can…”
“What? Mow the lawn? Go on a trip?”
“No. You know…”
“Oh. That. Well, I wasn’t going to ask, because I don’t want to come off as an insensitive jerk after all you’ve been through.”
[After a few seconds of silence]. “I wasn’t asking for you.”
Sometimes, I love her so much I can’t see straight.