invariably folds.
âSorry to disappoint you, but tonight Corrado is in Tokyo; heâll be back the day after tomorrow. If you can do without him, we could go, just the two of us.â
Iâve already changed my mind. We terminally ill patients can afford to be unpredictable.
âOh well, that doesnât matter, enjoy your dentist, Iâm going to the movies to see the latest from Woody Allen.â
âIt hasnât come out yet.â
Iâm batting zero today.
âThen Iâll go home instead.â
âSpeaking of which, how are things with Paola?â
âNot well. She speaks to me in monosyllables.â
âWell, in a way, thatâs what you deserve.â
âNo, please, no lectures tonight. Come on, thanks for seeing me. What do I owe you, Doctor?â
âThe usual fee for large animals is a hundred euros.â
âIdiot.â
âSpeak for yourself.â
When we argue, we regress to elementary school in a flash.
I slap him on the back and say good-bye, then head for the door. He stops me to ask a question, and I know that itâs been on the tip of his tongue for the past few minutes: âWhy did you say that dentists are boring in bed? Have you slept with one? Maybe it was just her; maybe dentists arenât all boring.â
âIâve never taken a dentist to bed. Itâs just a figure of speech. You must have heard it: âas boring as a dentist in bed.â People say it all the time.â
âWho says it? Which people? Iâve never heard anyone say it.â
âAll the people whoâve ever taken a dentist to bed! They all say it.â
I leave the café, abandoning him to his doubts and sticking him with the check.
I go back home and play with the kids for a couple of hours, under the watchful gaze of Shepherd. Itâs the only therapy that really does me any good.
â95
âI quit my job.â
I canât see Paolaâs face because sheâs in the shower, but I can imagine it perfectly.
I lie on the bed in silence for three minutes. Then my wife, wrapped in a bathrobe, appears in the bathroom door. With the light behind her, I canât see the look on her face. But I can imagine it, too perfectly.
âWhich job?â
âThe only one that gives me a paycheck, if thatâs the subtext,â I reply.
âThat is, youâre going to go on coaching for free, but you decided to give up your salary from the gym?â
âPrecisely.â
âIf you donât mind my asking, why would you do that when you know perfectly well that we barely make it to the end of each month?â
I could deliver a lecture on âthe invalidâs psychology,â but I know Iâd bore even myself to tears.
âIâve decided that for the next little while Iâm only going to do what I feel like doing. It strikes me as the only decision that has any meaning.â
âThat has any meaning for you.â
âAre you looking for a fight? Let me warn you that I come preirritated, so Iâd recommend against trying to set me off.â
âWhoâs trying to set you off? You just told me how it was. Period.â
âIt wasnât done intentionally. It just came out that way.â
âOkay, okay, donât get angry. . . . How do you feel today?â
âThank you for asking. Aside from the fact that thereâs a constant pain in my gut, that Iâm having a hard time breathing, and that Iâm in a lousy mood, Iâd say pretty good.â
âShall we go get a second opinion, see another oncologist?â
I knew sheâd say it sooner or later. Itâs called the medical spiral, that is, consulting a series of doctors, each of whom gives you diametrically opposing diagnoses and treatments. Itâs a spiral you canât escape, like one of those M. C. Escher staircases.
Almost every family on earth has dealt with the pointlessness