The Day the Lapdog Stops Loving
On the day that I returned to the country, Lola Lawson, the one who was once the love of my life for ten years, sent me a picture of a baby.
She told me to think of a name and meet her at the city hall to register the baby, as she had prepared a welcome-home gift for me.
So, I rushed over with bags full of baby supplies. But when I arrived, she and her girlfriends were bent over with ridicule and laughter.
"I told you! Even though he was gone for a year, he's still a loyal lapdog! Just a wave of my hand and he'd even be willing to raise someone else's kid for me!"
She sized me up with mocking amusement. "Kevin Sheraton. How could you still be this naive? Just one joke and you come running?"
They laughed without any restraint, calling me names and hurling insults, saying I'd do anything for Lola.
But when I walked past them and took a number to register my own child's birth, and later wrapped my arm around my wife as the three of us took a family portrait, Lola's eyes were completely reddened with tears.