The Fool’s Day Joke
Language: en
That night, at a friend’s gathering, I sat quietly on the sofa. Suddenly, my husband, Professor Alistair Berini, dropped to his knees before me with a thud. His face was contorted in a pained expression as he spoke. He said Celeste and I were a match for a heart transplant, and the surgery had to happen immediately. I froze, though deep down, I felt no surprise. I softly reminded him that everyone only has one heart. He instantly promised he’d arrange for the best surgeons in New York to install an artificial heart for me. I touched my belly, telling him I was three months away from giving…