“I know about bitches,” she stated defiantly. “Scoring a doctor and having him swapped for a bartender? Like going from a bottle of wine to a can of stale beer.”
“You have a very cynical outlook on life Mei. Not everybody share such dour values y’know.”
“Bullshit! Saw the PI report in ya desk, when I woke up. She’s totally fucking around on ya.”
“You what?” Al almost shouted. “You had no right to rummage through my office. I put you in there to recover. It wasn’t an invitation poke your nose into my private business.”
“Hey, don’t blow a gasket doc. I was looking for food, ok? I ain’t no spy. Did read the file though. Pretty straight forward, if yer ask me. She’s totally fucking some dude and they’re working on skinning ya in a divorce. It’s all in there, if ya read between the lines.”
Al just stared at her with his mouth half open, while Mei continued her cold and objective assessment of his marriage.
“This lodger ya took in last year – John Whogivesashit – is the one fucking her, guaranteed. Yer PI may not have caught ’em in the act, but he’s definitely fucking her. Betcha. Why the fuck did ya let some rando dirt bag set up camp inside yer house anyway? Pretty dumb, if ya ask me.”
“We have a spare room and needed the extra money. Besides he is not a random person. Jess and I knew him in high school.”
“I see. An old high school buddy, eh?” Mei asked through her third burger. “Yer old buddy or an old buddy of yer wife? I’m guessing option two. An who first suggested that the bastich move in?”
He didn’t reply. There was no need to. She was right on the money.
“Lissen doc. Ya clearly haven’t gotten any since dinos walked the Earth. I can smell it on ya like cheap Cologne. And if ya ain’t fucking the bitch, somebody else totally is. Betcha anything it’s him.”
Al slumped into a chair across from Mei, suddenly feeling old and tired again. How did his life turn out like this? How does one go from an ambitious young man in medical school to a middle aged loser in a shady bar receiving relationship coaching from a street girl? Somehow he’d managed to take all the wrong turns in life.
She looked at him with an expression of slight concern.
“C’mon doc. Ya seem like a nice and forgiving guy, but bitch is clearly cucking ya big time. Either put yer foot down or kick her dumb cunt to the curb.”
“If you must know, everything we own is in her name,” Al said quietly while doing his best to avoid the analytical gaze of those clear green eyes. “The house and the bar and everything. If we divorce, I’ll lose it all except for a little cash I’ve managed to put aside over the last few months. In fact, I don’t even know why I bothered with that private investigator in the first place. This is a no-fault state, y’know. The law is entirely on her side. She can drop the hammer on me whenever she wants. To be honest, I don’t understand why she hasn’t done it yet.”
“Fuck the law. Fuck the house. Fuck the bar. Ya pride as a man’s what counts. Not all that material shit.”
Al burst out laughing in the face of her simple and youthful view on life.