I mean, I’ve heard that some men, after treatment, well, you know…”
“Limp dick syndrome, you mean?” laughed Pete. And the new routine settled on them both like a warm duvet; domesticity grew between them (“It’s almost spousal”, Olivia remarked one afternoon as she prepared lunch while Pete vacuumed. Xxx Cancer. Cancer. As Olivia settled into one corner of his old, comfortable leather couch, he tossed a couple more logs on the fire and settled into the other corner. I can manage on my own; I took care of your Mom for the last couple of years, I think I can take care of myself.” But, smart woman that she was, she ignored him and helped him reestablish a level of domestic routine until, satisfied that he was ok, Olivia and the boys returned to her house. Cancer. We can talk about me some other time.
