玛丽(Marie)于2016年9月12日给我打电话,告诉我她的母亲。她来到我的公寓,我做咖啡。我解释说这很便宜,但是很热。她不在乎。她像水一样喝酒。双手发抖。我妈妈生病了。她可能会死,我没有任何事情。那是我第一次遇到一个母亲要死的人。你否认吗? 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.