The Forger

“Jesus Christ, what do you want?”

The man stepped into her office.

“To tell you I love you.”

“Fuck you.”

“That’s exactly what I expected you to say.”

“I’ve moved on.”

“So have I.”

“Oh yeah,” she said. “What are you forging now? Charlie Brown’s diary? I know he was supposed to have a thing for Lucy but he was really after Schroder. Am I close?”

“Wow,” he said. “You just move through the air with this shit. It’s like a Tsui Hark kind of thing, except it’s insults not swords.”

She took great pleasure in quoting the lyrics of the Swordsman,”

“ 沧海笑滔滔两岸潮
浮沉随浪记今朝
苍天笑纷纷世上潮
谁负谁胜出天知晓  
江山笑烟雨遥

“Yes,” he said. “It’s something like,

“The blue sea is laughing; the tidal waves are surging up on both shores
Drifting along with the waves, I only remember today
The blue sky is laughing, the tidal waves of human society are numerous and complicated
Who will win, who will lose, only Heaven knows?
The rivers and mountains are laughing, the misty rain is far away”

“Well,” she said. “As sexy as that translation is, I’m done with you.”

“Ok,” he said. “But our children are not.”

“That was rape.”

“He’s 24, she’s…”

“Don’t fucking give me numbers. He took advantage of her.”

“I’m not going to argue with you.”

“I don’t want anything to do with you.”

“Hey, we have a thing.”

“Yes,” she said. “Sistaca. Yes. You gave me that document. But now I wonder.”

“Wonder what?”

 “You forged documents,” she said. “You’re a liar. Maybe you just created that document to get me.”

“It’s real!”

“It’s as real as you want to fuck me.”

“Jesus, no,” he said. “It is real.”

“What’s real is that your son got my daughter pregnant,” she said. “She’s in high school.”

“Jesus,” he said. “I know.”

“We’re family now,” she said. “That’s how it works around here.”

“She’s having that baby?”

“Yes,” she said. “That baby is our grandchild. Get used to it. I’m trying to.”