Chapter 17Today, I met with Aunt Fran’s oncologist. In the hallway, between two stretchers and over the noise, she told me that Aunt Fran didn’t have much time. Maybe a month.
Tonight, I read this childhood entry, one of my last. The binder full of loose sheets was coming to its end…Aunt Fran had brought this journal to me. And now she was going to leave me with nothing but these useless memories that only hurt.
Dear Bump,
Officer Di Paglio asked Aunt Frannie to marry him, but she said no.
She’s been crying for two days. Dad keeps shuffling his feet around, watching her out of the corner of his eye. She’s going to be moving out. Somewhere near the Jolicoeur metro. You know, the one we never get off at.
“It isn’t very far from here, hon. Just on the other side of the canal. About ten m
