Finding Mr. Perfect
He said in response, “You want humor? I once told my doctor that Kenneth, not finding love, was stressing me out. He told me to breathe. I billed him for wasting my time.”
Dead air fell upon the venue. Kyle said, “See? I can be funny.”
Then, everyone cracked up.
“Poor doctor,” Freya said in her seat, her eyes watering as she clung to Kenneth.
Kenneth turned to his wife and said, “I’d do the same thing.”
She stared at him, shocked, but Kyle resumed his speech. Everyone was directed to the stage once more.
“Now, why am I saying all this?” Kyle turned to fully face Kenneth. He looked more serious this time. “Because I want to remind you, Kenneth…”