Humiliating Oscar
Humiliating Oscar It was unlike me really. Usually I would be at home cooking and cleaning, looking after the house, doing my duty. But my old friend Maria had called me and asked me to join her at a local restaurant. They were celebrating Maria’s fortieth birthday. Six months earlier I had celebrated my own fortieth, so I knew that she would need some support. So there I was, surrounded by people, some new to me, some friends I hadn’t seen since school, and I had a little more wine than I...