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.”
Henry blinked, recalling the overwhelming gratitude he felt during that difficult period.
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.
Henry stared at her for a moment—then slowly leaned back, speechless. After a long pause, he couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. The story, outrageous as it was, somehow fit their long, winding journey together.
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