09- Face the Fist

It would be a total understatement to say we shared a very thick awkward silence in the car, looking at everything but at anyone else. Why is it taking too long to reach the forsaken dinner party?

“Kids, you know.” The driver gives a huge chuckle, looking behind briefly.

“Little Georgie is still the same.” Spencer adds, shaking his head in amusement.

“She takes it from you, bud.” The middle aged man says.

“And they say you are the father.” Spencer shrugs his shoulders, feigning innocence.

Did he take a whole 180 degree turn? Yes, he did. His awkwardness is long forgotten. He is engrossed in the conversation with his driver, making me feel like the third wheel. Give it to him to make me feel like the odd one out in every scenario. When he is with me, he is a sour lemon, but when he is with others, he is the sunshine making everyone feel bright. Did I commit some kind of sin to be at the receiving end of this kind of treatment?

No, it can't be. He can't be the only one to treat me