“Come in, darling,” she sings out happily.
“Come on in – you have your key!”
“I said come in! You’re starting to push me over the edge.”
“Come in, for the love of God!” She screams. “What kind of game are you playing?”
“Don’t do this to me!” She can feel veins popping in her forehead as she laboriously wheels herself across the room. She reaches for the door knob, leaning, falling…
“Massive heart attack,” the doctor says. “I’m so sorry.”
The husband tries to look grief-stricken. “It worked,” he exults silently, “Free at last!”