The Fortunate

“Explain it again,” she said, looking up at me with those pale green eyes unique to our family. “Please.”

“The physician and the surgeon will make me comfortable first.”

“How will they do that?”

I smiled. “They have special physic. After this, they will take me into the operating theater where they will take out my bad liver and replace it with a good one.”

“Where do they get the good one?”

“From one of the Unfortunate.”

“Don’t they need their livers?”

“Well, yes. But the money the family receives helps everyone.”

“And then they’ll be part of you forever!”

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