“I don't gallivant. I work. Hard. Someone has to stop the whole town degenerating into chaos.”
“It can be someone else's turn today.” She placed the back of her hand on his forehead as if a minor heart attack might give him a fever. At least she seemed satisfied by the result. “Honestly Cameron, what would you prefer? A few days of bed rest like the doctor suggested of up to six months in hospital and a place on the transplant list?”
He mouthed some words while he thought she wasn't looking. After almost forty years of marriage, he should have known better.
“Fine. Suit yourself.”
“I can lip read, you know. Act like a child and I'll treat you like one. Just don't expect your supper on the table when you come crawling back because your heart's stopped.”