After a greeting from Bob’s mother, her smile seemingly pregnant with some secret, he went downstairs and joined Bob on the basement couch, who said, “There’s this rumor going around you got married in Los Angeles. Did you?”
Albert was not happy about this rumor. He felt it was none of anyone’s business whether he was or wasn’t married, but guessed how it started: a long distance phone call with a man who used to cut his hair in Vancouver. One of his friend’s mothers frequented the salon and he must have said something to her.
Albert answered by lying, he shook his head and said, “No.”
Bob laughed and said “Well, of course, I knew it wasn’t true! But you see, everyone here thinks you did.
The rumors have been flying all over. I’m not sure who started it. I first heard it from Lou. Maybe his mother heard something and spread it all over town.”
Bob was quiet for awhile, then, with a devilish grin, he said, “I’ve got an idea. Let’s play along with them. That’s what we’ll do! We’re going to visit some parties tonight and there will be plenty of people we know. I want you to tell them you are married. We’ll play a joke on them. Serves them right. And I will be the only one who knows the truth.” He laughed and clapped his hands together relishing his privileged position, his imagined one.
Off they went in Albert’s 1965 VW bug with the faded California plates. After picking up a case of beer, they arrived at the first party. The door opened to Neil Young on the stereo singing Down By The River. As they entered Albert removed his glasses, the icy weather caused the lenses to fog up in the warmth of the house. Bob noticed him taking them off and said, “Trying to look cool without your glasses? Everyone knows you wear them.”
In the living room, people were scattered around drinking. Some friends looked up when Albert entered.
Soon one of them approached and said, “I heard you are living in L.A.”
“Yes, I’ve been down there since last February,” said Albert.
“What’s it like?”
“Hot, weather-wise. It’s a very big city. A lot of freeways and smog. I’d say it takes about 6 months to get used to the feel of the place.”
A few more people joined them to listen. Eventually, the subject got around to his marriage.
“Someone said you got married,” he said.
Albert decided he would just tell it like it was. He’d adjusted to the idea by now.
“Yes, I did. I don’t like to talk about it too much. We aren’t fully married anymore, well, legally we are until March 27th next year. Then the divorce becomes final. She married me so I could get my Green Card. I was in love with her, but she wasn’t in love with me. I was more of a friend, a handy guy for her to have around. Never-the-less, I will always be grateful for what she did,” said Albert.
After the conversation, Bob pulled Albert aside and said, “Wait a minute, don’t start making up all that other stuff. Nobody is going to believe about the Green Card and the divorce, keep it simple.
Otherwise, this won’t work.”
Albert thought as the saying goes: stranger than fiction. He was telling the whole truth and nothing but, but Bob didn’t believe him.
At the next party, more details emerged.
“We opened a joint bank account to make it look like a real marriage. She was going to deposit her money as well, but she never did. One day I got a letter in the mail, a bunch of canceled checks. She’d been shopping. I asked her about it, told her if she needed money to let me know. She got upset and stormed off. The next day I closed the joint account, went to another bank and opened an account in just my name. The same day she tried to draw more money out of the bank, but they refused her since the account was closed. She was furious and demanded a divorce or she’d call Immigration to blow the whistle. I got the divorce. Months went by and my appointment with Immigration was coming up, which I couldn’t keep without her. I figured it’s back to Canada for me. Then she came around said she was sorry for what happened and she would go to the interview for my Green Card.”
His friends listened without comment. Afterward, Bob admonished him for over-doing it again, for not making it believable. Albert thought about telling him it was the truth, that he’d lied at first, but somehow he never did. The practical joke played out all evening with the joke being played on the one who thought he was playing it.
Albert knew sooner or later his friend would learn what he’d done. Bob was very competitive, always liked to maintain the upper hand in the friendship. This was one time he was on the low end of the teeter totter. After the holidays, driving south down the interstate, Albert thought about his visit: the people he’d met, the places he’d seen, but most of all of a practical joke that was anything but.