I frowned. And then I remembered.
“The health fair,” I said slowly. “He said Charter Oak was offering free health screenings to retirees and their wives. In Boston. He said we’d make a day of it. We had lunch at the Union Oyster House afterward.”
“That was us,” Evelyn said gently. “He hated lying to you. But he knew you wouldn’t come if he told you why. He said, ‘Maggie has spent her whole life not looking. If I tell her it’s an ovarian cancer screening, she’ll find a reason not to go.’”
That was true. That was absolutely true. I had never once, in forty years, let a doctor do anything more than the bare minimum. Because I knew what was waiting for me.
“You signed the consent forms,” Evelyn said. “You probably didn’t read them. Robert said you never read anything with small print.”
