Just Keeps Getting Better-6
When Eva said she was pregnant
he had to vomit.
He ran out of the house, threw up
on the lawn, hastened to the car
as if to drive away.
Doing a world class sprint/waddle Eva caught him.. Tears were rolling down her face. She swore she would get an abortion as long as he stayed.
"It's not that," he said with a sudden enlightenment; "I'm married."
Eva pulled away from him.
She resembled a wild boar.
"We separated a long time ago," he said as if it wasn't important, keeping his
voice down, in case the neighbours might hear. "We just never got divorced."
Coming to Terms
They stood outside in the darkening day, he feeling nothing.
He wanted to feel something.
But it was all so removed as
if he were half watching a boring
episode of a third rate serial.
Eva, however was overwhelmed, tears were pouring down her face, and she was asking questions, and he was giving dull answers. She asked if he had a child and he admitted, almost as if he were lying; but he wasn't. It was true. He had married years ago, there had been a child, his wife had left, and he saw them rarely, and not at all since Eva arrived.
And Eva felt guilty.
She felt guilty as if she had prevented him from seeing his own child.
He stood astounded that she, Eva, who loved him unquestionably, who gave and gave without thought that he was just taking, felt guilty as if she had prevented him from seeing his child.
Eva put her arms around him, asking him to forgive her for being selfish.
He shook his head, looking at the sky; just keeps getting better.