Funeral for Our Love
My husband, Michael Collins, has offered to buy his childhood sweetheart, Natalie Sweeney's virginity for ten million dollars so that she can afford to treat her cancer.
I'm about to stop him from doing so when he begins berating me instead.
"Natalie has always been prideful since young. If I were to give her money outright, she'd think that I was giving it to her out of pity. It'll bruise her ego instead.
"Can you please be more sympathetic toward her? Must you feel jealous over such a small thing?"
Instead of replying to Michael, I just smile and nod in agreement.
What Michael doesn't know is that I, an infectious disease specialist, have already picked up on Natalie's weird symptoms.
She doesn't have cancer at all—she actually has late-stage AIDS infection.