Cold Feet

RICK

I think of my parents a lot these days. They were both unfaithful to one another. I don’t know who was unfaithful first but it doesn’t really matter. They divorced and I spent my weekends with one or the other until I graduated and left for university. I watched them with different partners and came to believe that the institution of marriage is nothing but a lie. Why tie yourself to one person legally? I didn’t know what caused more damage, their infidelity or fighting in the divorce. Never mind the fact that they both tried to use me as a bargaining chip in the process.

After my experience I realized how many of my friends were in the same situation. It was then that I decided to become a divorce lawyer.

They say if you become a doctor or a teacher, you’ll always have work. People will always get sick and there will always be education right? Well you can add being a divorce lawyer to that as well. People will always get married and divorced. As a divorce lawyer, I will always have work.

I’ve always had relationships on the basis that my parents had after the divorce. Never stick around. Hit and run.

But my perceptions are beginning to change, I think.

After I run into Viola I’m wracked with guilt. I can’t stop thinking about her and it makes my guilt worse. I lie awake at nights looking at Christine. Her long beautiful hair spreads out on the pillow around her face and she looks so peaceful. I know how hard she works and the things she does for us. I’d be a fool to let her go.

I try to make an effort to push Viola out of my thoughts and decide it’s time for me to commit.

The next day I visit a jeweller and pick out a ring. It’s expensive but she deserves it. It’s classy. The diamond is not too big.

I book dinner for us at the Inn of the Seventh Ray. It’s considered as the most romantic restaurant in Los Angeles and I think it’s perfect.

I tell Christine that I have booked dinner for us but she says she can’t make it so I reschedule for the next evening at seven. I tell her to wear something nice but not too formal. When I pick her up, she’s ready and waiting for me. She’s full of questions about what the occasion is and where we are going. I know she’ll know the restaurant immediately considering she’s a wedding planner so I don’t tell her.

the restaurant,

found the

ask feigning ignorance. “A friend suggested it. They said it’s a good

have excellent taste,” Christine says

to do is kiss it. I take her hand and lead her inside. We are shown to our table which is outside under the stars. It’s a perfect

finish the main course, I excuse myself and go to the men’s room. When I

you,”

it?” she

just couldn’t resist getting it for you. Shall I put it

“Yes,” she smiles.

closes them and I take out the necklace. I’ve threaded the ring onto

your eyes,” I

of the necklace between her fingers. Then she realizes

“It’s beautiful!” she exclaims.

“Will you marry

her answer.

embrace, I undo the necklace, remove the ring and place it on her

We enjoy

assume that she’s so happy and surprised, she doesn’t know what to say. I place