Today’s story, set in 2007, is about Sharon–a pharmaceutical sales rep–and Jean, a seamstress. Both in their late 30s, The two women are first cousins: in fact, each other’s only living relative. Sharon has a comfortable middle-class income, lovely apartment, new car every other year, and so on; that said, she’s a low on liquid assets at the moment because she’s made some long-term investments. By contrast, Jean is scraping by. She lives in the house she grew up in, inherited from her parents; that house and a fifteen-year-old Saturn are her only significant assets. As kids they were as close as sisters; as adults they’ve drifted apart, but Sharon still loves Jean; it’s just that Jean doesn’t fit into her high-powered, hard-partying life. She’s tried to help her financially out from time to time, but Jean, very proud, always refuses to accept anything more than dinner at Taco Bell.
As our story opens, it’s a blistering and cloudless summer day, and Sharon is driving on a South Memphis street on her way to awsales call. Stopping at a red light, she sees Jean walking along. Sharon makes an illegal U-turn and pulls up beside Jean, and asks where her car is and where’s she’s going. Jean replies that the Saturn needs a new transmission, and that she is on her way to the low-cost clinic a mile up the road. Seeing that Jean is drenched with sweat, Sharon hands her a bottle of water and offers her a ride, to which Jean gratefully agrees.
So to the clinic they go. Not wanting Jean to have to take another long walk or rely on Memphis’s spotty bus service to get home, Sharon cancels all her appointments for the day while her cousin checks in. When Jean returns, Sharon asks what illness she is suffering from. Jean replies that she doesn’t know exactly–only that vision is compromised, she isn’t sleeping well, and her blood pressure that morning was something like 190/110. This is the first time she’s seen a doctor in years, and even the twenty dollars this visit will cost will really hurt. She has no insurance.
Just then the receptionist calls Jean’s name–but not so she can see the doctor. To get that extremely low price for an office visit , you see, Jean had to provide proof of income; but for a couple of years now, the only work she’s been able to get is for herself and for cash, and what documentation she has is not adequate. Jean will have to pay $80 up front, plus for whatever blood tests and such are required, and of course for whatever drugs she needs.
But the receptionist has a suggestion. If Sharon will write a note saying that she lives at Jean’s address (already on file) and pays all the bills – in other words, that Jean is her dependant – the price of the appointment will be the $20 Jean was expecting, and any tests will be comped; she will also be able to get her meds at a considerable discount from the clinic pharmacy.
Jean is very reluctant to ask Sharon to do this. It’s not just her pride; it’s the fact that she hates to lie or to ask anyone else to do so. But she’s short on options, so she does.
Sharon is as honest as Jean–and almost as worried. Do you think she should do as the receptionist suggests? If not, what’s your suggestion?