Dobie and Me: Chapter 14

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“How did it go?” Gautam asked me on the phone later in the evening.

I started crying. “Bad,” I whispered.

“Do you want me to come over?” he asked softly. But I knew his mother was not doing well and he had to be home. Also, I didn’t want my sons to see him right now. They were out, but I expected them back anytime.

“No,” I said hoarsely.

“So, tell me…”

“It’s okay,” I said. “I will deal with it.”

He said soothingly, “I am sure…”

“They were upset!” I cried out, unable to contain myself any longer. Dobie looked up at me woefully.

“What else did you expect?” he asked.

“Not like this!” I absent-mindedly petted Dobie and he whimpered.

“Give them time. It’s not easy, not… something they expect.”

I had to concede. His calmness communicated itself to me. “They think I am a fool.”

He laughed. “Smart boys. They take after their father…?”

“Please, Gautam!” I cried out in despair.

“It is good they are looking out for you!” he reminded me gently.

“What do you think I should do?” I asked, fearing his response.

He replied solemnly. “Whatever you think is the best.”

“Help me, Gautam, tell me, please! It affects you too, or doesn’t it?” I asked anger and doubt entering my voice.

“Mahek,” he said in a way that tugged at my heartstrings. “This dilemma is not just about us, but your sons too.”

“Be selfish!” I raged like a mad woman. “Demand something of me! Don’t be so down-to-earth,” I said shamelessly.

He laughed. “You are distraught. Mahek, both of us are bound to our situations. You accepted mine, I accept yours. This is about your family. Only you know what is best for you, for us, and them …”

“Please!” I said, unwilling to be pacified. “Spare me the lecture.”

“Look,” he started in that tone that promised more inanities. I cut the call. He pinged me, “I will be awake. If you need me, let me know.”

I wanted to rush to him. “Thanks,” I replied curtly, trying to maintain my dignity.

“Don’t use tears to blackmail your sons,” was his next message. What gall!

And a tad too late, I thought ruefully.

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