Send Me No Flowers. Well, they've finally gone and done it. Five years after they started making Pillow Talk, Rock Hudson and Doris Day have tied the knot. And moved into a mortgage-covered cottage in commuterland. And joined the very best country club. And subsided into exurban sprawl. But not for long. Something inevitably goes wrong with Mr. and Mrs. Right.
With nothing real to worry about, Rock starts worrying about himself. Every time his gums bleed he imagines hemophilia. Every little freckle has a meaning all its own: cancer! One day he feels...
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