Oscar Bergdorf, 72 years old, was in the ICU of a large regional hospital. His four children, all sons, and his wife, Abigail, of 52 years, stood around his bed. He had suffered a major heart attack and stroke.
He screamed “Alejandra!”
A few times per minute Oscar’s eyes would open wide, he would sit up, extend his arms in a beseeching gesture, and scream.
“Alejandra!”
This had been going on for 24 hours.
His eldest son kept asking “Who is Alejandra?”
His three brothers all looked at him and shrugged their shoulders in unison each time he asked.
Their mother, Abigail, just kept her gaze fixed on her ailing husband. She knew Alejandra very well. She knew where she lived, she knew where she worked, and she knew when and where she was carrying on an affair with her husband. She knew Alejandra was 22 years old.
“Alejandra!”
The doctor enters the room and says: “He is slowly slipping away. We need to do something to give him a renewed urge to live. Is Alejandra a pet dog or cat? Can you bring it to the hospital? Maybe Alejandra will pacify him enough to get his vitals level and save his life.”
Eldest son: “Doctor, we have no idea what or who Alejandra is.”
Abigail: “I have to go lie down for a while. I saw a “visitor resting room” on the first floor. It seems that it is going to be a long night. When the last one of you leaves, wake me up and I will replace you at his beside.”
All four sons: “Ok, Mom.”
Abigail took the elevator down to the first floor and she walked past the “visitor resting room”, exited to the parking lot, and got in her car.
She had taken her husband’s cell phone. When she unlocked the screen she saw 50 missed calls from “Electrician.” She laughed as she knew people having affairs tried to hide their infidelity by using innocuous contact names for their paramours.
She opened the texting app and laughed loudly that her husband’s electrician was sending sexually suggestive messages.
Alejandra was sleeping with her husband for almost five years now. Abigail knew that getting her to the hospital may save her husband’s life. But, Alejandra wouldn’t be saving anyone’s life tonight. Abigail would rather him die than give his whore the satisfaction of saving her husband’s life when she, her sons, and a team of doctors could not.
Abigail started to reply to her texts.
Abigail thought “Soon we will sleep together every night? What?”
What had her near-dead husband and his Brazilian whore had in store for her? Sudden disappearance? Random car accident due to mechanical failure? Slow poisoning?”
She texted her sons from her phone and told them that she needed to go home to sleep as the cots in the “visitor resting room” were all taken.
She had been at his hospital bedside for over 24 hours.
She knew her husband would not be long for this world though.
She waited in the parking lot for the call she knew would come. It only took 45 minutes.
Eldest son: “Mom, he is gone, I am so sorry.”
Abigail: “Thank you son. At least he didn't go peacefully.”
Her son thought, “Did Mom just say ‘...didn't go peacefully’?"
He chalked that up to her hysteria over the death of her husband and her exhaustion from her lack of sleep the past few days.
She drove to Alejandra’s house and knocked on the door.
Alejandra, expecting Oscar, and following his texted request, answered the door fully nude.
Abigail said “He called and called for you for 24 hours before he died. I think you may have been able to save his life, but whore-slut-homewreckers don’t get that kind of access, do they? I’m so glad his dying thought was that his slut mistress had abandoned him at his hour of need. It seems that your plan to sleep together every night has been canceled. And I didn't know you were an electrician."
As Abigail turned away from the door, she bent her head back and stared at the clear night sky. She cackled loudly like a bullied nerd who has finally exacted life ending revenge on her oppressors. It was the victory and release she had waited five years in silence for.
She returned to the hospital to start making arrangements to bury her husband.
