When the party was over and I didn’t pay the bill, my husband’s face went deathly pale with panic. I just sat there calmly and dropped one line: “It’s not my child, so why should I pay?” – News
room, suddenly suggested we throw a party. He grabbed a piece of paper and excitedly started planning.
He insisted it had to be a grand affair, saying he would reserve three large tables at the most upscale hotel banquet hall in town. The guest list would include both our parents, relatives, his work colleagues, and even some important clients.
