The drink

Larry
Martina and the children have already returned two days ago. Tania and her brothers, meanwhile, left yesterday. So I was left alone in Hawaii, waiting to do the DNA test. I talked to Kourtney last night to get things sorted out. After finding a suitable day, I decide to travel today to New York and we will meet there for the test. Kourtney lives in New Jersey, it is in this state that we met, my parents lived there at the time. But they moved a few years ago to California. The proposal to do the test in New York is not insignificant, it comes from me. Indeed, I preferred this city over all the others, because I judged it to be neutral. I believe that Kourtney will not be able to influence the results of the test, having not lived here. So that's how Kourtney and I end up in New York. We took rooms in a local hotel. Starting tomorrow, we will go to a renowned clinic to take the test. I already made an appointment before leaving Hawaii. Once we arrived in New York, I managed to keep Kourtney as far away from me as possible. So, it was only in the morning when we went to the clinic that we saw each other. Kourtney was there, her body tight in her clothes, she had tied herself up like sausages. I wonder if she breathes well in such outfits. Never mind, it's not my onions. But what catches my attention is the little one who is with her. She looks frail and puny, you wouldn't believe she could be 12 years old. So she looks very small compared to the age that Kourtney gave me that she would be. She has a leaky look and almost hides behind her mother. Without meaning to, I felt sorry for her. I walked up to her level and told her
"How are you ?"
She looks away and doesn't answer. Her behavior is so strange, she should normally be followed by a psychologist. Anyone should know that. What intrigues me is the fact that her mother doesn't even seem to realize that she is behaving abnormally. We go to the clinic without wasting time for the test. We take a hair from me and we do the same for the little one to analyze them. The doctor gives us an appointment in two days to pick up the results. I go back to the hotel and leave a message for Martine to let her know. It's still dark at her place, so she must be sleeping. Having nothing else to do, I decide to check my email to see the files to be processed that my secretary sent me. Indeed, I have tons of files waiting to be processed. I get to it right away. I work tirelessly, without realizing the time is passing. I had put my phone on silent, so as not to be disturbed by the ringing. I jump when someone knocks on my bedroom door. I raise my head to see around me, and it is already nightfall. It was already dark outside. I spent hours working without resting. I get up to see who's knocking on the door, wondering who it could be, since I'm not expecting anyone. As soon as I open, I find Kourtney in front of the door, with one of those outfits that show half of her breasts.
"What do you want ?" I threw at her, with an aggressive tone.
"I came to see you. Trust me, I'm not going to eat you." She said raising her right hand and putting the left over her heart.
"See me, compared to what?" I replied surprised at her answer.
"Relax Larry! It's true that you and I had a relationship that didn't work out, but that doesn't mean we have to become enemies. A lot of time has passed, and since then, the water sank on deck. Don't you think it's high time we bury the hatchet? After love, it's not always war, is it?" She successively asks me questions. "I just want to chat like just friends okay?!" She says with a peaceful voice, which pushes me to lower my guard. She continues to say. "I've been bored all day. I don't know anyone here to hang out with to kill time, so I've been twiddling my thumbs all day, not knowing what to do."
I listen to Kourtney tell me all this outside the door, and I think she sounds sincere. I hesitate for a moment, then I decide to let her in.
"So, how's your life going?" I asked her after we sat down on the couch.
"Yeah, I can say. I'm pretty fulfilled, I live a mile an hour what." She answers by moving her body, without failing to smile.
"You've always been a woman who likes to eat life to the fullest. I thought that would have changed, since you're getting older, and especially since you have a child." I replied, amazed that she hadn't changed at all despite all the time.
"That's what people believe. I like to play life and live it to the fullest. For me, the child, the age and the rest, are just small details that cannot prevent me from do what I want. You're never old enough to have fun," she replies confidently.
"And how do you manage to reconcile your life as a mother of a teenager, and your taste for high life?" I asked looking curious.
"Well, I don't need to deal with anything. My parents take care of her pretty well, so I don't need to bother with it." Kourtney replies naturally, as if it were normal for her parents to take care of her child for her.
"But did you ever think she would need her mommy by her side?" I asked surprised by her words.
"Her grandmother already plays this role to perfection, so no need for me to be there. And besides, I often send her my clothes that I don't wear. On this side, she lacks nothing. You didn't believe still not that I was going to stop living my life because I had a child, and what's more, not on my own. Whereas you, you were enjoying yourself cheerfully under other skies!" She said without the slightest ounce of shame.
I realize that she is totally unconscious. Such a person should not even have children. And to think that it was with her that I intended to end my days! I lose my heart in front of what she says. I look at her, and I don't know what to say. She resumes, still without scruple.
"Okay, enough about me! And you then, what's become of you?"
"I'm here, I'm not complaining at all." I replied recovering from my emotions. "I have a beautiful and intelligent wife, and two magnificent children whom I love as if they were my own. My professional life satisfies me. In short, I can only give thanks to God for everything I have." I say with satisfaction.
"You really love your wife it seems!" She exclaims seduced. "She's lucky to have a man who values her so much, as a husband." She continues to say, looking sad.
"No, I'm more the lucky one to have her as my spouse, believe me!" I replied in haste. "Martina is a golden woman, whom any man would like to have as a wife. I had believed, when I broke up with you following your infidelity, that I would never be able to love more in my life, but when I met Martina, everything was turned upside down in me. Indeed, she made me appreciate what it is to love and be loved in return." I ended up saying, the look sincere.
Kourtney doesn't seem to like what I just told her, she gets up and goes to get a bottle of wine. She comes back with two glasses and serves us a drink. She starts to empty her glass and invites me to do the same. I take the glass and bring it to my mouth, but I decide to put it down. In fact, my wife's voice rang in my head, during our conversation about Kourtney. I remember her telling me she had a bad feeling about Kourtney, because she might be up to something bad. Kourtney looks at me in amazement and wonders, after I put down my drink.