Watching the Six-Part Pride and Prejudice, Mid-Chemo, with My Sister

We start stopping when she’s afraid something bad will happen. Don’t worry, I say, all will be well. How could she know? She’s never read it, never heard of Elizabeth and Jane, never wanted Mr. Darcy. Like me she needs to know how things will end. I know Elizabeth will be fine. As I knew, last week, my sister weeping, that Elinor– sobbing, begging–wouldn’t lose Marianne. It’s Jane Austen! My sister doesn’t know that in Austen nothing really bad happens. I leave her on the couch with the last hours. How much my sister will have to endure, alone, with this new drama. Later her message. The last one in which she will sound like herself. Hi, it’s me. The movie was unbelievable. Unbelievable.