Friday, October 23, 2009  Lies - Darcy Vebber  Side by side in
the plastic molded chairs, facing the fish tank, they waited for
his doctor to call him. The noise was constant but low
frequency, white noise made by machines and overhead lights and
the fish tank filter, pierced now and again by voices. The air
was cool, cooler really than was comfortable but good for the
machines. Outside it was Arizona spring, hot in the sun already
but nice in the shadows. Pleasant. Impossible to dress for.
People who had been here before had sweaters. Most of them were
decades older than Bobby and Lisa. Lisa felt them watching her,
calculating her age and her health, wondering what she was doing
there. It would be obvious to them that Bobby was the one. He
was pale. His lips even, his nice full lips were pink, like they
had been coated with ash. On the other hand, he was laughing.
She was still, trembling just under the skin, freezing. She
wanted to put her hand in his but she wasn't sure what he would
think. When they wer