Jasmine Yale knew he had been drinking, so she stopped teasing him and reminded him, "It's getting late. Remember to drink some sobering tea when you get back. The doctor said not to drink, but you never listen. I don't know what else to do. Sylvan Cheney, do you understand this? A man who wants to take good care of his wife and children must first take care of himself, rather than making his wife and children worry."
It's a simple truth, but for some reason, Sylvan Cheney just doesn't get it.
"Can I come over to your place?"
"I don't want to take care of a drunk person with my big belly."
"Oh." Sylvan Cheney seemed a bit disappointed on the other end.
"Also, Mr. President, we've broken up. Do you even know what breaking up means?"
"Really broken up?"
"You're drunk. I won't argue with you. Go home early, it's cold outside."
Sylvan Cheney leaned against the tree trunk, raised his head, and looked at the bright moonlight in the sky.
