How Do You Say Goodbye?

Joe is talking about death. “I don’t know how to say goodbye,” he says.
I look up from the electrical outlet I’m installing, bending a piece of half-inch pipe as he continues.
“Say you have a good friend who’s dying,” he says. “How so you say goodbye?”
I’m suspicious. These men think that because I’m female I’ll mother them. I’ll listen to their problems. Let them cry on…