My Kidney, His Cruel Joke

price for the five hundred thousand dollars in my duffel bag-every dime of my savings, every penny from selling a

voice, rich with amusement, not weak or strained, telling his friends that the "struggling

was for their entertainment. My hand went slack, and the duffel bag, filled with the price of m

t the crude bandage under my sweater, a symbol of self-inf

me in the restroom, feigning worry about the money, I met his gaze, my voice steady, saying, "Y