I+Don't+Mind

A passionate look crosses your face. All of a sudden a Shakespearean Sonnet comes to mind. Sonnet 29 to be exact. It describes your feelings towards Esmerelda perfectly.

"Esmerelda, my darling. In the words of William Shakespeare: 'When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state and trouble deaf heavens with my bootless cries. And look upon myself and curse my fate. Wishing me like to one more, rich in hope. Featured like him... like him with friends processed. Desiring this man's art and that man's scope. With what I most enjoy, contended least. Yet, in these thoughts, almost despising! Haply I think on thee, and then my state. Like to the lark at break of day arising. From sullen earth sings hyms at heaven's gate. For thy love remembers such wealth brings. That then I scorn to change my state with kings."

Esmerelda and Katereena have tears streaming down their faces. Esmerelda looks like a sinful angel when she cries. Katereena looks like a wet dog. The whole apartment was filled with the dramatic ambiance.

Esmerelda looks at you and says, "I didn't know you were such a Shakespearean. I attended a fusion performance of Love's Labour Lost and A Midsummer's Night Dream last year."

Now it is you who is crying. Esmerelda is now more than just a human being. She appreciates Shakespeare. She is a goddess. Katereena sniffs and pulls you and Esmerelda into a hug. The smell of Esmerelda's Nina Ricci L'air Du Temps purfume and Katereena's cologne mix into a blissful aroma. You're in heaven.

Until your phone vibrates. You pull it out of your pocket and see that your wife, Sue is calling. Katereena and Esmerelda look at you. You answer. "Hello?"

"Where the hell are you?" Sue's shrill voice breaks your bliss. Katereena and Esmerelda are still watching you. You try to hide the fact that you're speaking to another woman. "I'm busy," you say.

"BUSY?!" Sue shrieks. "I'll show you busy! I'm leaving you, you worthless jerk."

"WHAT?" you shout. "Sue, my angel, don't leave me!" Suddenly, you realize your mistake. Esmerelda and Katereena exchange knowing looks. You quickly hang up and appear apathetic. "Where were we?," you ask.

Katereena shakes her head and leaves the room. You notice that Esmerelda is so angry, she's shaking.

"You're married?" she quietly asks. You have no other choice but to nod. A tear slowly falls out of her left eye.

Katereena enters the room, this time with a pistol in her hand. "Bend over." she orders. You drop to your knees and bend over.

"Where should the bullet go?" Katereena asks Esmerelda.

Esmerelda scoffs. "Into his lying heart."

You look up and plead, "I beg of you. Don't! In the words of William Shakespeare, 'Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator; Look sweet, be fair, become disloyalty. Apparel vice like virtue's harbinger. Bear a fair presence, though your heart be tainted. Teach sin the carriage of a holy saint."

Katereena emphatically rolls her eyes as she pulls the trigger.

In the words of William Shakespeare, "Oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse." 