Refugee

A very short Asian woman wearing black clothes arrives at my door carrying a hard black suitcase. She tells me she will be my lover if she can live with me, for she is a refugee. I do not find her particularly attractive, as she was VERY short, but I agree, for I don’t want to be racist. – But you must let me stay here, she says, No matter what. I nod. She follows me inside. All my friends are there. I must be having a party. The woman takes off her pants and is wearing only her panties. Now she doesn’t speak a word of English, and stands in the center of the guests, flabbergasted. My guests have been rearranging my house. They have thrown down carpets, a low table covered with board games and cards, and two double bunk beds in my office. – It’s hardly my house anymore! I say, and some guests laugh. I go into my bedroom and start to reassemble my bed, because someone has replaced it with a crib. I don’t want a baby, I think, wishing that my guests would all leave. I just want to sleep with my refugee guest.