2016年9月12日,玛丽给我打电话告诉我关于她的母亲。她来到我的公寓和我做咖啡。我解释说这是便宜但热。她不在乎。她喝了它就像水。双手在颤抖。我的母亲病了。她可能会死,我不觉得一个东西。这是我第一次遇到他的母亲即将死去。你是在拒绝吗? I said, while now, trying to drink the horrible coffee. No, I just don’t care. Am I sick in the head? She asked, now lighting up a cigarette. Her mom was about to die, but the one killing herself was right in front of me. I couldn't save the mom, and I couldn't help the daughter. Might as well make some more coffee.