See You Never, Not Even In This Life

My husband was drinking with my adopted sister, who had recently broken her ankle, when I had an asthma attack.

The phone calls from me irritated him, so he reprimanded me, saying, "Can you stop being so annoying? If you really have asthma, just go to hell."

The only person I could reach in my hour of need was Hilton Jacques, my childhood sweetheart who grew up with me. But I had no idea that my adopted sister's voice was coming from the other end of the phone.

"Hilton, I like you and I know you like me too..."