Maroon Woolen Vest

Chapter 4: May the Record Reflect....

Shall We Continue?

It was a glorious autumn morning; a little windy yet full of life. The court was hustling and bustling with people. In the hallway, Paul and his client David Dunn were waiting for his hearing. David Dunn was wearing Paul's black suit. It was a loosely fit obviously (what can you expect from borrowed suits). Underneath the blazer, David was donning our beloved vest. The vest enhanced the whole vibe of the suit (imagine maroon vest underneath a black suit).

"It time", announced Paul, "let's go"!

Obviously David deserves a back story too.

David was a middle aged guy, in his early 40's and with average height and receding hairline. He had a blue collar job at the docks and was married with two children -- 11 years old boy and 8 years old girl. He was living in a modest apartment in a dilapidated part of town. His financial situations were hand to mouth, but he was surviving. One dreadful afternoon, he was served with an unjust apartment eviction noticed. It was hard times for his family as there had no other place to go. The eviction notice was untimely and way before agreed agreement. Hence, he was seeking legal Pro Bono help from Paul's firm. However, Paul decided to do it himself (nice guy)! How Paul and David met is a long story with unnecessary details and you are not reading a novel. So, back to our story....

The hearing started, with arguments from both parties, "Your honor", "Let the record reflect" and what not (you know how these things go)! So after jabs, crosses and combinations from both sides, the verdict was announced. David LOST! He was Homeless now!!!

"I am sorry man!" Paul apologized, his hand on David's shoulder. The dejected and broken David gave him a meaningless nod. He was zoned out. The thought of not having a home. The thought of facing his family and telling them the news. It was the worst feeling a man could possibly have, as if a part of him died a thousand deaths; a DEFEATED Man! He left the court room and Paul took his leave.

"Man! Let me know if you need anything", Paul told him. He nodded again. He couldn't muster up words. The dejected David sat on the courtroom stairs, complete zoned out, homeless, lifeless.......

                                                                                 The end!!!

WAIT! The story does not end here. I didn't tell you about the fate of our beloved maroon woolen vest. Fast forward 6 months and 23 days.......

"Excuse me waiter!" Paul summoned the waiter and the waiter obliged. Paul grabbed a glass full of champagne from the tray. "Thank you!" and the waiter nodded. Any guesses who the waiter was? It was Jake – the Boy Toy. Paul was attending a grand mansion-warming party, and it seemed the whole city was present there. Paul had recently filed for divorce from M*****. Yes! He caught her cheating, finally! Not with Jake but with another boy toy (good for him). Jake was still working on his thesis. To earn extra money, he had started waiting at parties, with the realization that Boy toy adventures were not for him. Some distance away, new lovebirds were enjoying each other's company; completely in love. Lovebirds were Sarah and Trent (remember them). How did that happen? They met through a friend (small World) and instantly hit it off. Trent model girlfriend broke up with him, when he went broke (the guy who said "No Money! No Honey!" was onto something). Sarah was not like that, she didn't care about the money. Trent learned a valuable lesson of not getting greedy and was back on being the careful and measured guy. What happened to Jake – the Douchebag? WHO CARES. And any guesses who the host of the party was, the owner of the huge mansion. It was DAVID DUNN!

Take a trip down your memory lane, do you remember Jake buying lottery tickets from the convenient store, that night of Booty Call. He put those tickets in the pocket of our beloved vest and left at M's place and M passed it to David along with Paul's suit. One of those lottery tickets won a jackpot of 45 million dollars. Yes, 45 million fucking dollars! MIC DROP!

And now, our beloved "Maroon Woolen Vest" hangs in the vault of David Dunn's mansion, as his most valuable possession.

                                                     THE END........