The phone rings and the lady of the house answers, “Hello”.

“Mrs. Ward, please.”

“Speaking.”

“Mrs. Ward, this is Doctor Jones at the Medical Testing Laboratory. When your doctor sent your husband’s samples to the lab yesterday, samples from another Mr. Ward arrived as well, and we are now uncertain which one is your husband’s. Frankly the results are either bad or terrible.”

“What do you mean?” asked Mrs. Ward nervously.

“Well, one of the specimens tested positive for Alzheimer’s, and the other one tested positive for AIDS. We simply can’t tell which is your husband’s.”

“That’s dreadful! Can’t you do the tests again?” asked Mrs. Ward.

Normally we can, but National Health will only pay for these expensive tests one time. And even if you wanted to pay for the test personally, we have a twelve week backlog.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do now?” asked Mrs. Ward.

“The people at National Health recommend that you drop your husband off in the town centre. If he finds his way home, don’t sleep with him.”