ARTHUR
As I sat on the edge of the bed, still basking in the afterglow of our passionate connection, my phone buzzed with an incoming video call. It was Andrea, and a sinking feeling settled in my stomach. I reluctantly answered, the image of her stern face appearing on the screen.
Luckily Doris was in the shower, and I fully intended to keep Doris out of video range. But I obviously looked like I’d just had an amazing night, because I had.
“You are not still with that trash,” Andrea said instead of hello.
I flinched. Be calm, I told myself.
"Andrea, can't you see that this obsession you have with Doris is wrong?"
She scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain. "Arthur, you've always been weak-willed.”
“What?”
“It's time you learn your place and listen to your mother's advice. Fire
