Her Success Paid With My Blood
Language: en
The sneeze caught me off guard, sharp and involuntary, just as I sat down for dinner. My husband, Gary, a prestigious professor of ophthalmology, had always treated me with a clinical sort of indifference. But tonight, he paused, his chopsticks hovering in mid-air. Without looking up, he said in a flat, measured tone that we were getting rid of the plants on the balcony. He wouldn't keep them anymore, he said, because my allergies were clearly acting up again. His grad student, sitting across from us, let out a soft gasp of admiration. "Professor, you’re such a romantic," he chirped. "I…