In Her Amnesia, I Learned to Walk Away

My wife has intermittent amnesia. She never remembers what I tell her.

On our wedding anniversary, I set the last dish on the table and said to her,

"My heart's been bothering me. I want to get it checked out tomorrow. Will you come with me?"

She just looked at me, puzzled. "Hm? What did you just say?"

Beside her, her childhood friend Merlin Roy was smiling like it was some kind of dare.

He gave a little cough. "Oh, I think I might be running a fever."

Instantly she turned to him, worried. "You've got a fever? Were you up all night gaming again?"