A homeless man held up a sign that read, “Marry me. I have only one month left to live

“You bought me socks again,” he said one evening, holding up the new pack.

“Your feet were cold.”

“My feet are always cold. I’m dying. That’s a feature, not a bug.” He set the socks down. “Sit down, Sarah.”

“I want to talk to that nurse about your—”

“Sarah.”