" I don't care," I cried, "they don't know the realme." And who are you?" my mom asked."What?" I said, not understanding what she was askingme."What's...your name?" Tommy," I answered."I see," said my mom. "And are you my son or are youmy daughter?" I'm your son," I replied."And you want to kill Tammy? Why does she have todie?" There is no Tammy," I protested, "there's only abrain anomaly." Tammy has been such a sweet daughter these past 3years. I can't just let you kill her. Can't you. I really don’t expect you to entertain me every minute I’m here.’ ‘I know,’ Fran said, ‘but I hoped I’d get time to at least find you a date.’ Joanne felt her face grow warm. ‘Don’t worry about that,’ she said. ‘I really enjoyed myself yesterday.’ ‘I just may have solved the dating problem on my own,’ she thought. Despite her misgivings about having slept with the young man the day before, when Larry Brewster arrived later that morning, Joanne hauled him off to her bedroom the minute he walked. ”“Good. That bitch fu- er ruined Daddy’s and my life once, she ain’t gettin’ another chance to screw up.”“Well, we’ve got something in common already, honey, we both love your Daddy. I think we’ll get along just fine.”“So how long has Daddy been on the show?”“Not long. Less than three months, full time. He started when I returned to the show after a sabbatical, shooting two films back to back in the States. He did have a few earlier walk-on sessions while I was filming in the US. But he is not. She loved this; teasing him, using me to punish him for not loving her properly.The wind was fair and the temperature bearable. The sails were filled and the small boat gurgled happily through the clear blue water, the horizon sharp in every direction. A white frothy bow wave spread out from the hull as we made way through the mighty Pacific, our little games utterly insignificant to the deep vast ocean.“Are you all recovered?” Heather asked, one hand sliding down between our legs to grab my.