Mr. Smith was brought to a Catholic hospital and quickly taken in for emergency
The operation went well and, as the groggy man regained consciousness, he was
reassured by a sweet nun, who was waiting by his bed.
“Mr. Smith, you’re going to be just fine,” said the nun, gently patting his
hand. “We do need to know, however, how you intend to pay for your stay here.
Are you covered by insurance?”
“No, I’m not,” the man whispered hoarsely.
“Then can you pay in cash?” the nun asked.
“I’m afraid I cannot, Sister.”
“Well, do you have any close relatives?” the nun questioned.
“Just my sister in New Mexico,” he volunteered. “But she’s a humble spinster
“Oh, I must correct you, Mr. Smith. Nuns are not spinsters. They are married to
“Really?” said Mr. Smith. “In that case, please send the bill to my
Whatever happened to Preparations A through G?