"Mrs. Louis, shouldn't your husband go to the hospital for a checkup?" a guest asked politely.
Wiping the grease from her husband's lips with a tissue, Mrs. Louis smiled and said, "We at Hawke Manor have the world's top private doctors. Hospitals, those dirty places, are only for the poor!"
The guest seemed a bit embarrassed, "Right, right! But what illness does your husband have? It seems to have been quite a few years now?"
