A man was brought to Mercy Hospital and taken in for coronary
surgery. The operation went well and, as the groggy man
regained consciousness, he was reassured by a Sister of Mercy,
who was waiting by his bed.
"Mr. Smith, you're going to be just fine," said the nun, gently
patting his hand. "We do need to know, however, how you intend
to pay for your stay here. Are you covered by insurance?"
"No, I'm not," the man whispered hoarsely.
"Can you pay in cash?" persisted the nun.
"I'm afraid I cannot, Sister."
"Well, do you have any close relatives?" the nun essayed.
"Just my sister in New Mexico," he volunteered. "But she's a
humble spinster nun."
"Oh, I must correct you, Mr. Smith. Nuns are not 'spinsters.'
They are married to God."
"Wonderful," said Smith. "In that case, please send the bill
to my brother-in-law."
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