While lobby waiting with my develomentally disabled client for his outpatient psychiatry appointment, I received a text message on my cell phone. As a single-minded guy back on the meat market, I checked my incoming text. Luigi, who is illitierate but inquisitive, asked me who the text was from.
I replied for the sake of argument. "I suppose you could call her my girlfriend."
Luigi, "No chance getting back with the old lady? Is your marriage definitely over, Joe?"
"For all intents and purposes it's over but I have few regrets."
"Where does this woman work?"
"She works for the Division of Youth and Family Services."
I noticed that Luigi's neck crooked more my way than in previous dialogue but it was his smirk that garnered more of my attention.
He inquired, "Doesn't your ex work for the government too?"
"Outstanding memory. Yes, she sure does."
Luigi draped his arm around me for emotional support....."Trying a little too hard to get back that lost pension, aren't you, buddy?"
A receptionist announced Luigi's name to be seen. Luigi stood proudly. Slump shouldered, I sulked all the way to the psychiatrist looking for a couch.
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