It just didn't matter.I suspect there's a good dose of self interest involved in such "negotiations" between wives. Self interest seems to drive most ...ecisions. But if the women involved already love each other, with the kind of bond that Jill and her mother had, then self interest might not be the primary driving force.We don't know the answer to that in this case either, because when I was finally allowed to learn about the results of the negotiations, I wasn't given any information about the. "Why, Adrienne? Why? Do you even still love me?" I said. "Clyde this isn't about love. It's, something else," she said. "Yeah, sex, right Adrienne? And I noticed you didn't answer me. Well, that good 'ole asshole standing beside you can be funnin' you now, Adrienne." "Clyde, come on, man. She's right; it was just gonna be sex. Some foolin' that's all. She loves you not me. I mean it man," said Alan. "Shut the hell up, Alan! You weren't getting' into my pants tonight and you know it,". Jack had shaved his head in a sympathy move, but it hadn’t been enough. The results of the chemo had been almost useless, and Rhonda had simply put her affairs in order. Pancreatic cancer was an aggressive and fast acting cancer, and Rhonda’s was no different. She died ten weeks later.“Maybe I can talk to them?” she offered. “I remember what it was like to be that age.”Jack looked at her and smiled, then grinned broadly. “Oh, that’s making me feel so much better. I remember you and Rhonda when. “I really don’t want you to let go of me.”He moved. I felt him shifting underneath me, stretching and contorting himself. One of his arms left my waist and did something behind me, out of my sight.Finally, he finished whatever he was doing.He used his other hand to grasp my wrist. The missing arm came wrapping back around me, a shoelace dangling from his fingers. He wrapped the shoelace several times around my wrist, right next to my medical bracelet.“What are you doing?” I asked.He pulled the.