Whenever I think of A, I am reminded of that old Beatle's song...
I'll buy you a diamond ring my friend if it makes you feel alright
I'll get you anything my friend if it makes you feel alright
'Cause I don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love
I'll give you all I got to give if you say you love me too
I may not have a lot to give but what I got I'll give to you
I don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love A's a good friend and she's going through a divorce. At 29 and only after 3 years of wedded 'bliss', that's pretty young and fast. A tells me that you don't have to undergo a period of separation if you have been married for that long. "It only cost me 4000 bucks and my lawyer's so cute" she gushed. Ahhh, the sanctity of marriage. It helps of course that the Union has produced zero children. Instead, it has spurned a Semi-D in District 9, 2 Alfas and a Beemer, countless trips to Burswood and Crown casinos in Perth and Melbourne and 2 award-winning Golden Retrievers appropriately named Duchess and Kingsly. I wonder when Lisa Ang's gonna interview her on High Life.
But under that epicurean and independent veneer, I always knew that there was more to A. Its just that with all the
moolah in the world and an Ivy League degree, u can still have arse luck with men.
And so we were having coffee the other day, languidly sipping our Long Blacks while she puffed away.
"You know I aborted the fella" she said.
"Aborted who?" I blurted. "When?"
" In August, when I found out that he was screwing this waitress at Velvet" she whispered. A little tear escaped the corner of her eye.
" Alamak!" I exclaimed. " He know or not?"
" Nope" she whispered again.
" Then why you never say?" My voice rising rapidly. " You silly silly girl!"
" I never loved him lah" she said firmly "Besides, we can't lose something we never had"
" But at least he should know what. Perhaps things will change?" I ventured.
" Its not his.....not his" and then she looked away....
We drove home in silence.