"But what would it be like if you were crippled with arthritis or some other disease?"
"You could divorce me if that happens."
"I can also divorce you if you don't go through with rejuvenation. You know it's the law."
"You wouldn't do that." His face was more lined than ever.
"Don't be silly, dear. Nobody gets old these days. Who would remain our friends? Why, everywhere we'd go, people would point us out. Oh, no, life wouldn't be livable."
"That sounds like a cruel and calculating decision to me," Howard said. "Either I take a chance on dying or you'll divorce me."
"You have no right to make such an accusation. I married a young man who said he was thirty years old. Six months later I discover he's sixty-five. Now who's cruel and calculating?"
"Please, darling, I didn't mean it. Look," he pleaded, "I'll even sign permission for you to have a lover. There's that young fellow that's always around. Maybe it's happened already."
She stood back from him. "Howard, you're being perfectly nasty. Just like an aged person you read about."
"Five million dollars, and all of it yours when I die a natural death." He put his hands in his pockets.