Thursday, June 11, 2009

Mixed

Kwan walked up to me in the doctor's waiting room. Black vinyl pants and white hair just don't look right in a medical center. Of course, I wasn't wearing a shirt, so who was I to talk?

Everything moved in slow motion. She looked very pale. Her heels clacked on the marble floor. 

We had been separated so long, I hadn't processed yet how great it was to see her again. How much both of us had changed, at least on the outside. I was so glad to be out of Bakersfield. My pointy sideburns were gone. My hair wasn't as long. But I was still Irv Rorg. I could still be a stunt man again. 

I'm writing this out exactly as it happened, because at the time I dropped her Macbook.

In slow motion, she said: "The baby is yours."


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