Styled her hair in pigtails. Sharp parting middle of her scalp, like a demarcation line of consciousness. Cute though.
“You’ve put weight on.” Says she.
I could have said the same, as her face looked fatter.
“How are your folks?” I ventured.
“I’m pregnant.” She shrugged in-lieu of an answer.
Disappointed? I was on a precipice staring into nothingness… To lose her forever.
“You’re the father, asshole.”
Thirty years together later we laugh about this.