Chapter 3
Iza and I decided to have 'shared custody' on the doll, we change every day, now it's her turn. But luckily, the task is going to be done next week and then we're going to a three pages long essay about family life and work.
"So where's my granddaughter, then?" Dad teases when I come and sit on the sofa this the evening.
"At her mother's," I grin.
"So it works good with shared custody?" Mom asks from the armchair.
"Yep, otherwise we don't get much sleep," I say. "It keeps us awake during the night, it screams all the time, and the diapers needs to get changed like a hundred times a day because it pees when drinking and it want to drink all the freaking time."
"Yep, just wait until this happens for real," dad warns.
"Yeah, but by then I will be an adult, I won't go to school full time and have a full time job."
"But you don't even work," mom points out.
"Yes but I am Iza's manager, I can't directly fix real gigs to her," I say. "So I guess that I'm on a vacation at the moment."
"Who said you can't fix a gig?" Dad asks and at first I don't understand what he means, but then it dawns on me. I jump up off the couch and runs up the stairs. Taking up the cell phone and make some calls.
At school the next week I meet Iza and Noel at the lockers, we're going to hand in the dolls today and start on the essay.
"Hey wife and son," I joke, as I come up to Iza.
"Hey husband," Iza says.
"You'll love me now," I say. "I have actually worked."
"How come? You have nothing to do?" She says, raising one eyebrow.
"Come and you'll see," I say and pull her with me up the stairs and into the classroom.
I had talked with Alma the day before and now she has rearranged the classroom. And everyone in the class is talking merrily with each other and is sitting all around up there on the benches and chairs with their babies in the knee.
I pull Iza into the classroom. She doesn't know what's going on, but she's getting suspicious.
Elliot and Jake comes up to us.
"Hehe nervous?" Elliot asks mockingly.
"For what?" Iza asks confused.
"You haven't told her yet?" Elliot asks me.
"No, I didn't think she would go through with it if I did," I say.
"Smart thinking," Jake says.
"Can you guys tell me what's up?" Iza asks irritated.
"Okay everybody, sit down so Iza can come forward and sing us a song," Alma shouts to class.
"I'm gonna go forward and do what?" Iza almost screams and I see the panic in her eyes.
"Ask your manager, he arranged your gig after all," Alma said proudly and happily.
"Excuse me," she asks, looking at me.
I'm starting to feel ashamed, maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all.
"Yes, I thought it would be fun," I say.
"For you maybe, but not for me, I'm just going to embarrass myself," Iza says.
I take her hand and lead her to Alma.
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