‘Are you coming down?’
‘I still can’t get used to this. She’s two years older than his grandchild.’
‘I thought we weren’t going to discuss this again?’
‘When the baby’s born, technically it’ll be my step-brother even though our son will be twenty-three years older.’
‘They’re in love, that’s all that matters. Come-on, she’s serving dinner.’
‘Which is another thing I can’t fathom. What does she see in the old bastard?’
‘Who knows? But she signed the pre-nup; she’ll inherit nothing when he passes.’
‘She’ll have the kid.’
‘Just remember to call her mom.’
‘Please, don’t. It’s not funny, Val.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
Oh, now that is a bit of an awkward situation, Rob. The much-younger bride is so often thought of as a gold-digger, and you depict that really well.
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