ONE OF THOSE DAYS

I had finished my column and hurried downtown to meet my wife for lunch. Nobody is surprised by the heat in the middle of July. I could feel the beads of sweat running down my trunk inside my white guayabera.

The streets were packed with shoppers. I felt like I was in the middle of a New York City crowd navigating along the sidewalk. I stopped at a convenience store and bought five scratched-off tickets for $20 each. I would need something to divert myself since my wife had been in a bitter mood since she had discovered that she had chlamydia four months ago.
I walked into the restaurant and gave her a perfunctory kiss on the cheek. A puff of air hissed from her nostrils. We would be sitting across from each other like two sculpted stones with expressionless features carved into our rigid countenances.
We hadn't exchanged a word as I took out the tickets and began rubbing the designated areas with a penny. I couldn't escape the irony that a penny still had some use in today's world. The fourth card revealed that I had hit the million-dollar jackpot. I looked a second time. Then I looked at my wife and I could only gasp. For the first time in months curiosity changed her stern demeanor. I was speechless. Then my cell rang.
"Is this Mr. O'Connell?" inquired a female voice.
"Yes ma'am."
"Please wait while I connect you with the zoo's director."
The spouse and I exchanged confused stares.
"Mr. O'Connell. This is Pat Burchfield."
I knew him well. We had often drank beers at the Vermillion and the newspaper had done countless stories on him and the zoo.
"Sir, I have some terrible news for you."
"What?"
I looked at my wife and she could tell that I was beginning to panic.
"Your son Mick fell into the tigers' exhibit and one of the cats ate him."
"Did Mick go on a field trip to the zoo today," I asked my wife through trembling lips.
"Yes," she replied as her stony facade began to crumble. "Why?"
I returned to the cell.
"Are you sure, Pat?"
"I'm sure."
I pulled down the cell and held it close to my chest. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. It appeared that it was going to be one of those days.

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