Jeni looked up. “So?”
“I haven’t talked to him since the diagnosis.”
“At all?” Her pitch rose a notch.
“Nope.”
Jeni shook her head and pursed her lips. “You two are ridiculous.”
Andrew didn’t argue. The phone continued to vibrate in his hand.
“Aren’t you going to answer it?”
“I…” Andrew paused. “I don’t know.”
Jeni, moving like lightning, snatched his phone and swiped the screen to answer the call, then put it back in Andrew’s hand.
He shot his sister a death glare and put the phone to his ear.
“Hello?”
“Andrew?”
“Hey, Dad.”
“Are you busy?”
Andrew glanced at the IV pole attached to him. “Not at the moment.”
Pause. “I uh, just wanted to call and…”
Andrew’s patience with his dad was about as thin as a piece of paper. “And?”
His dad cleared his throat. “I wanted to see how you were doing.”
“I’m fine.”
“How’s your…thing going?”
“Chemo?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay.”
“Good.”
Andrew waited.
His dad sighed audibly. “Do you need anything?”
“No.”
“Okay. Well, call if you do.”
“Okay. Bye, Dad.”
Andrew dropped the phone and his hands into his lap.