‘Why can’t I just let it go?’ I said out loud, surprising myself with my sudden outburst. I quickly spun my head around and looked to make sure...there were no passersby who might have heard me talking to myself. I guess I really didn’t care, wasn’t anybody here I knew, but I guess human nature is such that you really don’t want to be seen sitting alone talking to yourself. But I looked, and there was no one around, but yet there was a tiny stab of disappointment in that fact. It occurred to me. That night, after he made his wife fall asleep, he sneaked to Ravi’s place and talked with him“I did not talk to Hema, I can’t bring her here, why don’t you come to my place.”Ravi said, “Alright, that’s even better, I don’t have to worry about my wife finding anything, wait let me finish my scotch, do you want some?”Swami accepted and Ravi poured him a large glass of scotch. Ravi enquired,“How do you fuck her without your wife finding out? Is she a deep sleeper?”Swami replied, “Nah I give my. Now get the paperwork done, or in ten minutes we're walking out that door without it being done." But, Sir, if you leave AMA..." At Fred's look, "Uh, against medical advice, most insurance companies will refuse to pay. It could wind up costing you several thousand..." In that case, when I leave, I'm heading straight for my attorney. Now when the insurance company hears about the tests you're trying to run, and you want to keep me another day for something that's ridiculous, considering my. My first wife had passed away some years earlier, which had been devastating to me, as well as to my daughter, who was quite young at the time; and as I dealt with having lost my wife, I had to think of my daughter's immediate needs as well. These were dark and trying times. But, eventually, as is true of so much in life, I eventually grew accustomed (if that's the right word for it) to being a widow. In the years to come I was busy with the raising of my daughter, and the demands that this.