Two chairs along from me lounges a man. I would judge him to be in his late fifties. His throat is wrapped in a silk cravat. He puffs away on an electric cigarette and blows smoke rings.
Smoking in the Chemo Unit! I am reminded of Marla Singer in Fight Club who always smoked in the cancer support group. What panache. If I weren’t totally bald I would take my hat off to him.