The Fool’s Day Joke

Summary

That night, at a friend’s gathering, I sat quietly on the sofa.

Suddenly, my husband, Professor Alistair Berini, dropped to his knees before me with a thud.

His face was contorted in a pained expression as he spoke. He said Celeste and I were a match for a heart transplant, and the surgery had to happen immediately.

I froze, though deep down, I felt no surprise.

I softly reminded him that everyone only has one heart.

He instantly promised he’d arrange for the best surgeons in New York to install an artificial heart for me.