“I don't believe it! I don't believe it!” Carl screamed repeatedly, as if that could change the facts before him.
I stood by, my nose red with tears, unable to laugh or cry.
Carl … I’ve already died…. Just like you wanted. Isn’t that better?
Eventually, the lab staff escorted the disruptive man out.
Carl huddled under the eaves of a building on the street, looking like a defeated old man. When the sudden downpour extinguished his cigarette, he kept smoking in a daze. Not until his phone vibrated and he answer it like a lifeless corpse. "Who is it?
“Hello, this is an employee from the private nutrition meal service. Would you like to renew the six-month nutrition meal plan your spouse previously booked?”
His eyes widened in an instant. "What?"
“It's like this, a Miss Hunt booked a nutritional meal plan for you six months ago, but we can't contact her now, so we had to call the contact person. Would you like to renew it?”
Carl just hung up the phone without saying anything. Then he gasped for air, like a dying fish. “How is that possible? How could she have booked it?”