Marvel hung up the phone with Charlotte and sat down at the kitchen table, waiting patiently for Harold to wake up. About an hour later, Harold walked into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes and heading straight for the refrigerator.
As he poured himself a glass of water, Marvel cleared her throat and startled Harold.
"Oh, you awake from your nap?" she asked nicely. "Giving blood can be so exhausting."
Harold took a long sip. "Yeah, I told you their air conditioner went out."
Marvel rolled her eyes. "Is that right? Lies, Harold."
"What are you talking about, Marvel? You wasn't there," he said defensively.
"Well, the people you 'donated blood' to called and said the fishes are swimming upstream," Marvel replied, folding her arms across her chest. "Okay, so you donated blood to a sperm bank is what you telling me? And why was your old ass doing that anyway?” They don’t want that old sperm.
After a moment of silence, Harold straightened up and looked her in the eye.
"I’m Leave my legacy behind," he said proudly. "That's why I went."