The Second Time
Martha continued. “Many years later, when you became very ill and we were struggling financially, I met with your doctor after hours. And soon after, he agreed to handle everything at no cost to us.”
“You did what you had to do,” he said quietly. “You helped save my life. I can forgive that too.”
The Third Time
Henry took a breath. “And the third time?” he asked.
Martha paused, then said in a calm voice, “Do you remember when you ran for president of your golf club? You needed seventy-three more votes…”
She let the words trail off, wearing a small, innocent smile.
