Jack and Karen: Our alter-egos
Patrick gave me away...
I was told by Saul not to tell Patrick that I know he's sick. Keep in mind, guys, Patrick and I talk on the phone 6-7 times PER DAY. Not kidding at all. That often. We've been BEST friends since 1997. We both worked at Nordstrom in the Men's Department. We went to Taco Bell for lunch one day; I bought the "Ray of Light" cd by Madonna that same day and we were off and running for the time of our lives for years to come. And I'm supposed to keep this announcement to myself? Oh. OKAAAAY. This was on December 5th. I really do think there should be a special Oscar category for the performance I played so beautifully for almost 4 weeks. "Best Performance of a Cover-Up by a Best Friend", I think would suffice.
Our telephone conversations were as silly and ridiculous as ever--sometimes even more-so. One day in particular, Patrick and I were both crying we laughed so hard. I started choking in the sink. There is no one else on this earth who does that to or with me...just Patrick.
Patrick slowly began to realize through conversations with Saul that I knew. He called. He questioned me. I questioned him back. We danced around the subject until I said, "You need to say it to me!". He told me the truth. He knew that I knew it was a relief for him to talk to me and not have to talk about his health. That's why I never said anything. I knew it was a reprieve from his illness. That, and I knew we were both afraid that EVERYTHING WOULD CHANGE. It didn't. It won't.