His Loss Twisted into His Theater
When my mother-in-law was poisoned and clinging to life, my toxicology knowledge was her only hope.
I ended the call and grabbed my coat, ready to rush to the hospital.
My husband blocked my path. "Hold on! It's the opening of Ella's haunted castle today. You're bailing to play ghost?"
I stared at him, telling him about the dire situation. The poison needed to be neutralized within thirty minutes, or it would be fatal.
He rolled his eyes. "Your janitor mom can drop dead for all I care. I'll toss some Monopoly money on her grave if it shuts you up. Don't try to cross me here."
His best female friend draped herself over him. "In a hurry to chase some side guy? Girl, your face is longer than Herbert's when he is all revved up. Right, buddy?"
Their shamelessness was almost laughable.
The kicker? Herbert thought it was my mom dying.