Story Description: Don't ask her the questions, you aren't going to like the answers.
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750 words
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Paul Meridian was perched on the same dilapidated bar stool he sat on every time he came into this neighborhood dive, which was usually daily. He would keep coming here too, as long as his unemployment money lasted.
It was only six-thirty, but he was already on his third usual, a High Side Heaven's Gate pale ale. And, as usual, he was still trying to sort out his life since his divorce over two years ago.
Interrupting his reminiscence, he felt someone plop down on the adjacent stool. He glanced over, it was his long-time friend, Sheldon Caldwell. Shelly, as his friends called him, didn't appear to even know Paul was next to him.
Shelly was staring silently in the mirror of the backbar. Paul didn't like Shell's expression.
"Jesus, Shelly, did your dog get run over?"
Shelly turned his blank stare towards Paul. "Nothing like that, Paulie. Just my marriage blowing up." It looked to Paul like Shelly was going to start crying.
"Well...shit...man. What happened?" He spoke sympathetically.
"Star cheated on me, Paulie." He stifled a sob. I caught her cheating, and she acted like it was no big deal, man. We have two fucking kids! That stupid bitch cheats, destroys our family, and then she asks me what I want for dinner. What the fuck?"
"Oh, man, that really sucks. She actually asked you what you wanted for dinner?"
"Well, no, not really. She just acted like, oh well. Let's move on."
"Wow, what are you going to do about it?" Paul's voice was tired and timid. He was already flashing back to his personal situation. His memories weren't pleasant. The last picture in his mind was the smirk his ex gave him at their final divorce hearing.