She flipped through several pictures of his private parts from his childhood to his adulthood. It was the first time I saw a woman collecting photos of her son's private parts.
Then she pointed at Wade standing in situ and said, "And now? Look at it yourself. Do I need to count it for you again?"
No need.
I closed my eyes tightly. What a farce.
"Both of you, get out."
I was so annoyed when I saw the two of them. Breaking up was tough enough.
But Sophia didn't want to leave at all. She counted right in front of me and then said to me complacently.
"See? 16 it is. Isn't it fair that I ask you for 100,000 dollars for each hair?"
I looked at Wade, who was bowing his head and not speaking, and noticed his tightly clenched fists.
I gave up the idea of arguing with her and sighed inwardly. Forget it. I might as well save him some face.
Both he and I felt embarrassed.
So, I went forward to pull up his pants, but I was stopped by Sophia.
"You broke up with Wade and still want to get handsy? No way!"
I didn't say anything and just glanced at Wade. He still looked the same, taking things as they came.
I stared at him for a long time, but he never looked up.
I knew that he must have felt me looking at him.