I used to be the reason for his happiness, Donatella thought. She looked down at her feet. Joey lay there, passed out on the floor, beer can still in hand, cradling it to his chest like a long lost lover. Donatella shook her head, bit back tears, and shot him.
Looking at the beautiful asian girl sitting across from me, I took a sip of my coffee. I thought to myself even if I didn’t believe in magic, magic would believe in me. “Harry,” Cho said, “I wish it were me you were marrying instead of Ginny.” I kissed her.
I was a man of tweny-five when I fell in love with the middle school teacher. To many that wouldn’t seem a problem, but the fact I’d been in her class twelve years previously complicated things. To transition from corrected papers to tangled sheets was no mere fantasy, but scandal.
“One day you’re going to love ACDC.”
“Like hell,” she says.
I crank the stereo. ‘Back In Black’ blares out.
“I hate that singer.”
I grin. “He repaired cars before he joined the band.”
“Sounds like he drank the motor oil.”
“Of course,” she says with a wink.