Chris didn’t have any children, a side-effect of three divorces and multiple failed affairs. It was a fact which both gladdened and saddened him. Playing favoured uncle to the fruits of his friends’ loins made him happier than he cared to admit. He never gave voice to the thought, but he was always a little jealous when he gave them back. It made him wish he’d made different choices over the years, maybe given monogamy more than a passing glance. Now though, observing the agonised emptiness in Julie’s eyes through a single malt haze, he wondered if he might not be the lucky one.
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