So I hope you have read the background, here. Pearlsky’s mom moves out, takes David, gets a boyfriend, he moves in and then he brings in a cat. Pearlsky is severely allergic to cats. Got the picture?
David’s birthday, father’s day, whatever, to get the kids together, we go over to her house and hang out in the driveway. We cannot go in. Why doesn’t she bring David to us? She never bothered to get a wheelchair friendly vehicle. She could not take him anywhere, I needed to take him to appointments, etc.
Every six months or a year the issue of the cat comes up. She has no clue what the problem is/was. Her two best friends, she claims, don’t see a problem (note: neither has children). And, she knows how it incites me. How abhorrent I think it is.
I got a call a few days ago. Pearlsky’s mother. Note, she and her husband have decent jobs, and they have no mortgage.
We are thinking of renting out one or two of the bedrooms our condo and one of the possible tenants may be allergic to cats. Do you remember how we “de-catted” the house when Pearlsky was allergic?
“Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn”
(why end with that quote?)