She Took My Suit for Him

The night before the school's coming-of-age ceremony, my girlfriend Rachel brought the class's scholarship student to find me, immediately demanding that I give my custom-made suit to the scholarship student.

She said, "Ulysses comes from a poor family and can't afford a suit, and you don't lack one piece of clothing. Oh, and the shoes and watch—you need to give those too."

I laughed in anger. "Just because he's poor, I have to support him? So when he gets married and has kids, do I have to help with that too?"

Ulysses' face darkened.