Her Road Trip with Her Best Guy Friend
Language: en
My wife was rarely home, preferring to be out and about with her "male best friend." My daughter and I barely saw her a few times a year. Then, a few days ago, my wife and her male best friend were in a car accident while on a road trip. The doctor called, saying they needed two hundred thousand dollars for surgery, or she’d lose both her hands. Hearing the news, the corners of my mouth curled into a smile wider than an M16, but I forced myself to suppress it. With feigned sorrow, I told the doctor: “Doctor, when you use the saw, please remember the anesthetic. She’s afraid of pain.” …