He can't go there, anymore. It's her road. He can't walk it.
"If you have trouble with this death stuff then you probably should have gone into feet or ears or something, because trust me: I'm not going to be the only one to kick the bucket."
But she'll be his first. She strokes his face; she can't hear what he's saying. She looks at him and sees a smart, handsome, successful doctor. A husband for Julie, a father to children she'll never get to meet. She looks at him and sees a boy, who's sweet. And shy.
Who wants to live in a world where the women don't know how beautiful they are?
"Aw, I get to pop your death cherry?"
She chucks his chin. He can't get far enough away from her. He leaves, and she knows better than to follow, and the Bee Man is out on the dance floor suddenly, in his boots, and she's drinking gin at three in the afternoon, and then she's dancing. He's not a doctor, he's a lunatic, but she only wants to dance.
There's a strange man in Marlene's house, touching her cuckoo clock.
"Get the hell out of my house," she warns him, but he just grins over his shoulder at her. She cocks her gun, and opens the door. He knows her name. He's young, but very tall. After his mother's birthday party, he thought Marlene was drunk. He didn't know yet how the body can betray you, and the mind.
It's three o'clock, and the cardinal is out. They stare, and wonder what it's for. Terrified they're about to be killed, Marlene by the boy and the boy by his neighbor, grown terrible and strange. It's three o'clock and Cathy Jamison is dancing in Canada with the Bee Man high on gin and venom. But the cards are already laid down.
Marlene holds a gun to the face of her neighbor's son, and threatens to kill him, and he leaves. She slams the door behind him, and stares at the clock. It keeps ticking. Todd Mauer stands outside a juke joint in Canada when the clock strikes; inside Cathy's dancing with the babbling Irish Bee Man.
The cards are already laid down.
Todd cuts in when he gets too close, but rest assured the Bee Man doesn't swing that way. Cathy smiles, ruefully, and Todd takes her by the hand. They laugh, quietly, and dance. It's a song she likes; she apologizes for her bluntness before.
"Cancer makes you crazy honest."
Not just cancer. He agrees, he needs to get tougher. But only when she's gone, she asks him, and his shoulders tense up again.
"I care about you, Cathy. And it's got nothing to do with you being my first, I just..."