The Second Pitcher

Martha stood, fidgeting a bit. Then she blurted it out.

“It’s because my bladder is absolutely bursting. I can hardly hold it, but I know he has to until the treatment is over. I’m determined to hold myself as long as he has to, but I need to get relief just as soon as I know he can!”

The receptionist widened her eyes. “Do you mean you’re coming in with a very full bladder, just as he has to, and you’re doing it just to keep him company?”

Martha nodded, her legs squeezed tightly.

“I wasn’t sure I could do it, but now know I can. You’ve heard that misery loves company? Sometimes love requires misery!”

She headed for the door, nursing her distended bladder to hold its load for a few more minutes.

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