WHAT MONEY COULDN'T BUY
Anthony Green hated hospitals.
The smell.
The silence.
The memories.
Every corridor reminded him of another test.
Another report.
Another doctor delivering the same verdict.
Sterile.
The word followed him everywhere.
Even now.
Even after fifteen years.
"Mr. Green?"
Anthony looked up.
A young boy stood beside him.
Perhaps seven years old.
Holding a toy airplane.
The child's mother hurried over immediately.
"Tommy, don't bother people."
"It's okay."
Anthony forced a smile.
The boy stared at him.
"Are you rich?"
The question caught him off guard.
His mother looked horrified.
"Oh my God, Tommy!"
Anthony laughed.
For the first time all day.
"A little."
The boy's eyes widened.
"Lik
