Son: Dad, I have someone in my life. Dad feels the perspiration break out in anticipation of what is coming. Son: I know you have very clear ideas on whom I should marry. But you must understand that it is my life and my choice. Dad feels the heartattack coming. Son: I know she isn’t perfect, but then who is? Dad feels an overwhelming need to pour a bottle of whiskey down his throat. Son: I mean, it’s not like you can blame her if her last five husbands were assholes. Dad trying to clear his head and throat. He croaks something that sounds like, “she?”. Son: Okay fine, so she drinks a little and snorts a few. But she is good at heart. Dad: Did you say “she”? Son: Dad, are you listening to me? I love this woman. Dad feels a warm feeling envelope him. Son: Dad? Are you okay? Dad: You want to marry a woman? Son: Yeah. Dad reaches out and hugs the son. Dad: Go with my blessings son. Have a happy life. Dad falls to his knees crying, “Thank you God”.
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