Sorry we haven’t bothered telling you the outcome of IVF #2, which failed; but I’m guessing that your concern is immeasurable – as in below the charts – since you have asked neither my husband nor myself how things went. It’s such a damn pity that we live less than a mile from you and that phones are such an inconvenience. And heaven forbid you ask me the when we went out for dinner and I sat right next to you the other night. Oh, and another thing, thank you so much for shoving the pictures of your new great-granddaughter under my nose. It was just the right thing to do to keep my appetite to a minimum.
Your Lack of Concern Overwhelms Me