Duncan's Diary (33 page)

Out of the blue, Sherene called me with a pressing desire to go out for drinks. I had not talked to her now in a long time; and although the call was odd, I welcomed the distraction that going out with a beautiful lady would bring. I had not told anyone of my new predicament, so she was unaware as was everyone else, save my doctors who were focusing on helping me prepare for my changed life.

I agreed to the request, and on the designated date picked her up at her house. Jason was there watching the kids as we went on our date. I felt a little awkward making small talk with her ex-husband while she placed the final touches on her preparation, but left with no choice, I made the best of it. I had waited outside, not wanting to intrude in the home they had built together for several years, and for some odd reason he waited outside with me.

He admired my Volvo and asked how long I had it and how much I enjoyed it. He even commented on the small dent I had in the back, and I replied it was from Sudhir’s son one past camping trip. He had dropped a can of something on it causing the dent that never did get repaired. It was an odd conversation; and at one point he mentioned that even though he and Sherene were not together, they were still friends. He personally would kill anyone that ever harmed her. He still loved her very much.

I didn’t know what I had done to provoke the exchange, but I felt that I was very much in the dark with how he felt about me and what exactly he was trying to imply. Sherene walked through the door, wearing a form-fitting black dress and calf-high black leather boots that matched her dark, kinky-curly hair. She was stunning for somebody her age. She wasn’t in her 20’s anymore, but she was a vision to behold.

I opened the door for her and walked around to the driver’s side, having to navigate around Jason who was standing very close to the vehicle. He seemed to be threatening me in a non-verbal way. As we pulled out of the driveway, he stared after us with his arms crossed. His eyes never wavered from our direction. It was a creepy feeling, but Sherene and I were now off and the smell of her alone was enough to make me forget the odd beginning.