Demanding a Dead Man's Kidney for Love
"William Clark needs a kidney right now. You're going to donate it, whether you want to or not! What kind of stunt is this? Hiding here and playing dead?"
I was still smiling in the photo. It was taken three years ago, when Serena finally agreed to go on a date with me. She had said my smile looked goofy, but she made me keep the picture anyway.
Now, that smile probably looked mocking to her.
"Ms. Beckett, please calm down. Mr. Shaw really passed away six months ago. You can see the tombstone—"
"Why should I?" Serena, with bloodshot eyes, whipped her head around. "That spineless coward can't even kill a chicken, and yet he'd dare to die? Don't make me laugh!"
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