Drunken Tales in a Dream

I remember my father rarely ate pears. When I was very young, I remember taking a pear to him, hoping we could share it. My father paused, then said he didn't eat pears. I asked why. He said, “Sharing a pear” sounds like “parting ways.” I laughed at how superstitious he was, then asked, “Did you and Mom ever share a pear?” He said you had. My parents got divorced.