The phone rings and the lady of the house answers,
'Hello'.
'Mrs. Ward, please.'
'Speaking.'
'Mrs. Ward, this is Doctor Jones at the Medical Testing Laboratory.
When your doctor sent your husband's biopsy to the lab yesterday, a biopsy
from another Mr.Ward arrived as well, and we are now uncertain which one is
your husband's. Frankly, the results are either bad or terrible.'
'What do you mean?' Mrs. Ward asks nervously.
'Well, one of the specimens tested positive for Alzheimer's, and the other
one tested positive for AIDS . We can't tell which one is your husband's.'
'That's dreadful! Can't you do the test again?' questioned Mrs. Ward.
'Normally we can, but Medicare will only pay for these expensive tests one
time.'
'Well, what am I supposed to do now?'
'The people at Medicare are recommending you drop your husband off
somewhere in the middle of town. If he finds his way home, don't sleep with
him.'
'Hello'.
'Mrs. Ward, please.'
'Speaking.'
'Mrs. Ward, this is Doctor Jones at the Medical Testing Laboratory.
When your doctor sent your husband's biopsy to the lab yesterday, a biopsy
from another Mr.Ward arrived as well, and we are now uncertain which one is
your husband's. Frankly, the results are either bad or terrible.'
'What do you mean?' Mrs. Ward asks nervously.
'Well, one of the specimens tested positive for Alzheimer's, and the other
one tested positive for AIDS . We can't tell which one is your husband's.'
'That's dreadful! Can't you do the test again?' questioned Mrs. Ward.
'Normally we can, but Medicare will only pay for these expensive tests one
time.'
'Well, what am I supposed to do now?'
'The people at Medicare are recommending you drop your husband off
somewhere in the middle of town. If he finds his way home, don't sleep with
him.'
