At Fitzjohn Avenue. In the dining room with Jack, Mum and Gaye. It is clear Jack is about to vomit. He leans over the side of his chair and throws up on the floor. Mum watches, but makes no comment.
I go to the kitchen to get a bowl for Jack to puke in. They are all dirty. I start washing the pasta pan, but decide it is too tall and get another.
I have the idea that Jack has already died once and is now dying again.
I suspect Gaye is hurt and annoyed at me because she knows I am glad Jack is dying.
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