My last bottle Grand Vin Chateau Latour was nearly empty. Holding my glass I thought that it was so much better to drown the sorrows with a choice bottle of wine, than cheap bourbon. 'Does my mishap never end?' I wondered. Yesterday the oil pressure on my car dropped while at high speed on the freeway, the result was an engine beyond repair. Today a broken front tooth, a new expensive cap would be needed. Now, when I was as totally broke as you can get. My business had failed the previous week after the bankruptcy of my largest client. I had no way to recover my outstanding; I had put all my assets into this project. Even the condo I lived in, I no longer owned. The bank would take it all.
I tried in vain to concentrate on the smooth wine, the bouquet and the wonderful deep red color, when my reflex ions suddenly were broken by the shrill noise of the door bell.
'What's more?' I thought.
"What a surprise!" I said when I saw who was at the door, "I haven't seen you the last twelve years Jane, what's the reason for this call if I may ask?"
"Could we come in please, I – that is Robert and I need to talk to you George. We need your help," said my ex wife.
I let them in and we sat down in the living room. "Sorry," I said, "the bottle is as you can see empty, it was the last one; I cannot offer you anything else but a cup of coffee."
"We don't need anything, just the opportunity to tell you something and then ask if you will help us," she said.
"Ok, what's on your mind?" I replied.
"I have to go back more than twelve years, when I met Robert. As you know we fell in love. He wanted me to leave you and marry him and I said yes and that I would ask for a divorce. I told him I wanted so much to have a child and that I would beg you to let me go without a fight; so we could start a child project together as soon as possible. He then told me a devastating fact; he could not due to medical reasons father a child. He was not sterile, but he had inherited a genetic fault he did not want to pass on to future generations. He always used condoms when we made love. Do you understand where we are going George?"
"Oh my god, I think I do. Does that mean that I'm the father of your child?" I asked.
