YOUR BOYFRIEND GETS sick. It’s not the kind of sickness where he will eventually recover. It’s the kind of sickness in which you must make the most of the time you have left together, which is what everyone tells you. You are both unsure of how to make the most of the time you have left together. You take up team sports, go to cooking classes, learn to scrapbook, join a church, take a road trip. You expect the road trip to be emotionally fraught, but you’re both pretty agreeable the whole time. In Arizona, you try a burger made out of emu, which you agree is gross. He kisses you on the cheek and you take a picture with a cactus. You ask him how sick he feels and he shrugs and says, not very. You don’t feel very sick either. When you get back from your road trip, you’re both out of things you wanted to do together, so you go back to your jobs. You made the most of the time you had left, but you didn’t plan for any extra time. Thank God we don’t have to scrapbook anymore, your boyfriend says. So dumb, you agree.