I was reading and drinking my coffee on the deck at the Holiday Hotel. Two local men that I knew for a long time got a beer and sat down at the table next to me.
As they began talking I didn’t pay any attention until Raul said, “Javi, I’m going to Belize City tomorrow. The next time you see me I will be a divorced man.”
“What?!” Javier said. “You’re divorcing Lupe?”
“I sure am. Enough is enough.”
“What are you talking about? You and Lupe been together a long time. She’s beautiful and everybody thinks you make a great pair. Why are you divorcing her?”
“It’s like this,” Raul said. “See these boots I got on? What do you think of them?”
“I always told you I’ve never seen a prettier pair of boots in my life. They look good on you,” Javi said.
“Do you know how long I’ve had them?” Raul asked.
“You’ve had them since we met twelve years ago.”
“Do you know how long I been married to Lupe?”
“Yeah. I was your best man ten years ago.”
“Well, there you go.”
“What do you mean?”
“Javi, in the twelve years I been wearing these boots I never told anybody they feel like they pinching my damn toes off.”
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