(Originally posted to LinkedIn.)
“I understand Leo’s back. Again.”
“Don’t say it that way, Eileen.”
“Helen, how many times has your errant husband come back ‘for good’?”
“It’s different this time. Leo’s terminally ill.”
“Really? I give him three days before he runs out on you again.”
Eileen leaves, shaking her head.
Helen dials a number. “Leo, I need my car. When are you coming back?”
“Can’t breathe! I’m going … hospital.”
The phone goes dead.
Helen frantically calls a cab and rushes to the hospital only to discover that she cannot pay the fare; her wallet is empty of cash and credit cards.