Mom skirts the line at the book signing,
approaching from behind, she touches the author’s jacket.
Chemo is killing her vocal chords, so she leans close
“I’m Megan’s mother.”
The author, a doctor, recognizes the signs of her cancer.
He gently asks, “I’m sorry, who?”
“Megan Willome,” she enunciates, hoarsely.
He recognizes my surname.
“Ah, yes,” he says. “You must be
the woman of great faith.”