He spoke as if he were discussing the purchase of land.
The girl remained silent. She looked at his face, noted his self-confidence, and suddenly felt sorry for him. Forty years old. Rich. And still alone. He repeated that the doctors had given him a year to live at most.
The girl agreed. Not for the money, she told herself. He’ll die in a year anyway. Her father will be released, and her mother will receive the necessary treatment. What did she have to lose?
