She suddenly realizes that Bob, the probable cancer patient, is standing in the hallway looking lost. She stops and tries to look concerned.
'Will you be okay?' As if I give a fuck.
'Yeah,' he replies forlornly. 'I'll be fine.'
She gives him a quick kiss on the forehead – as sexual as Florence Nightingale on a TB ward – and rushes from the house.

Autore: Tom Winter