“Don’t say it that way, Eileen.”
“Helen, how many times has your errant husband come back “for good”?
“It’s different this time. Leo’s terminally ill.”
“Really? I give him three days before he runs out on you again.”
Eileen leaves, shaking her head.
Helen dials a number. “Leo, I need my car. When are you coming back?”
“Can’t breathe! I’m going … hospital.”
The phone goes dead.
Helen frantically calls a cab and rushes to the hospital only to discover that she cannot pay the fare; her wallet is empty of cash and credit cards.