He burst into tears.His mom sat next to him. She put a hand on his shoulder. She said,"Kinny, you're the sitter, not the mom."He said, "I know. I don'... know why I'm crying." He cried even harder.Then, suddenly, the crying jag was spent. Kinny dried his eyes with anursing pad."That's a lot of tears over a doll." Linda dabbed tears from thecorner of her eye. "Now you've got me crying, too."Kinny said, "I'm going to miss him." He's coming back, Kinny." Probably." Yuh."They sat in silence for a. What the fuck? I haven’t seen her ass in ages, she cancelled our date for the movies the previous Tuesday, I was hoping we’d get a chance to talk at last, and she wants to bring another bozo along? I couldn’t believe this shit. I pleaded with her not to bring another guy along. As usual, June wasn’t mindful of anyone’s needs except her own. Look, before you people reading this accuse me of being the poster guy for jealous boyfriend magazine, understand a simple truth. There are certain times in. I’m muscular, but look at what I do. I’ve never been in a fist fight, never been robbed or beaten up or anything. I have stepped in and broken up a couple fights at school though. I did belong to the National Guard; never got called up, but would’ve gone if called. Joyce and I both wear glasses. She switches off between contacts and the horn-rimmed. Me I stay with the old fashioned wire rimmed, and forget it, no bifocals, not yet anyway.Now, how did I find out, who the cad was, how it took. She’d make the second martini her last. What time was it anyway? Damn, her watch had stopped again! Her thoughts bounced back to Daniel. The Englishman was never far from her mind. He was so different to anyone she’d previously met. When he’d suggested she take the day off and watch him play poker, it had been difficult to keep a straight face. Her opinion of the sexy young man improved with every meeting, but her feelings about poker players remained. She could think of a thousand better ways.