The Cousin Who Insisted on Saving Our Uncle Regrets It Madly

Great-Uncle Roland had no children of his own. Now he was gravely ill and in the hospital, and the surgery would cost eight hundred thousand. Even the doctors were telling us to let him go. But when I called my cousin Sandra, a thousand miles away, she laid into me and my sister with real venom in her voice. "Uncle Roland was so good to us when we were kids, and now, when he needs us most, how can the two of you be so heartless?"