“Let’s call your mother,” my grandma said. It was a sunny summer day. I was home from college.
Mom asked me how things were going. “Nothing earth shattering,” I said. “Here, grandma wants to talk you.”
Grandma asked me to stay in the room and I sat on the floor looking at the squares of sunlight from the 7th floor windows.
Grandma told Mom about our breakfast at The Village Inn, and then she said, “Oh, I thought you should know. I have cancer. I found out 2 months ago.”
If I’m not mistaken, it isn’t just what your characters tell you but how they tell. Some are direct. Some waver. Some never tell you how they feel. And some wait 2 months to tell you they are dying.