" She could still work it out before then." If she does, then you don't have anything to decide. If she doesn't though, you need to decide what's best...for you. If I were you, I'd try to have my mind made up before next Friday at noon. On Thursday, I'll be booking my flight and calling a real estate broker about selling the house. I'll box up all your things and deliver them over to your house before I leave."After the phone call, I went back to doing what I usually did. The only thing I did. ‘Don’t think so.’ ‘Are you certain?’ ‘Yep,’ she said as she scooped more salad into her mouth and ate with gusto before she took a paper napkin and wiped her lips. As she chewed, she kept her eyes lowered as if she were contemplating something. ‘There’s something about you that’s very familiar. I just can’t put my finger on it.’ She raised her eyes. ‘You shouldn’t trouble yourself. I’m certain we’ve never met before.’ He’d been smiling all this time, but the longer he looked into her eyes,. "No, Mom. Please don't. I'M sorry. It's my fault." I felt my eyes begin to sting as tears threatened. I hated crying. Always left my eyes red and burning and my nose a stuffy, snotty mess.Finally, she pushed me to arms length. "Let me look at you. Are you OK?" She began a very motherly inspection of my physique, starting with a detailed assessment of my swollen eye and face, then running her eyes and hands over my face, chest and arms. Her eyes inspected the rest of me."I'm fine, Mom." She. " Amy suggested."I had to do a bunch of things, Mary," Gina related. "From what I can tell, every girl who joins the club has to put herself out there for sex with male members as a part of the deal. A lot of the girls do it this way because they're never gonna catch a guy with their clothes on, if you know what I mean. The club does some stuff to make the sex anonymous -- and one of the rules is that stuff that happens in the club stays there, so your reputation is safe -- but it's about sex.".