Apparently, Carol had missed out on water-cooler talk about the Lothario. She then begged off work and came home.“Why do I always pick the wrong guy...? That wandering eye of your father’s, Rhee, is why he’s not in our lives.” She almost started crying again, and moaned quietly, so quietly that I could just make out that she said, “It’s been so long.”I left for home after eating a subdued brunch, during which Carol would often become glassy-eyed, and all conversation was stilted. I had confirmed. I told her to get her ass in the kitchen and make us some dinner to which she told me to go to hell ! Well I lost it. I chewed her out and called her a few names. I also told her that if she didn’t want to help around the house she could get out and find someplace else to live. Rachael started crying and ran into her room slamming her door while I sat down on the couch with a beer and a headache. An hour later I heard the back door slam and knew she had left. I figured she had gone for a walk. I can’t come on Saturday, ‘cause Doris has this house that she is just certain I will want to put a contract on. She wants to show it to me on Saturday, and IF she’s right, I will have to race around getting all the paperwork done. So, if it’s okay with Gerald, and you too, of course,” she added hurriedly, “I’d like to bring her over with me on Sunday.” “Carla, Honey, you really ARE a slut. Now you’re proposing we engage in sodomy on Sunday,” Alice laughed. Carla laughed too. “All right, enough. I'll take care of Boyd. You go sit with Faith and keep her from having an attack of conscience."Lucia nodded and went to the chaise. She sat down beside Faith and smiled sweetly down into her eyes. Palming a strand of sweat-dampened hair from Faith's forehead and gently patting her abdomen at the same time, she asked, "Having a good time, little one?" Oh, God! I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry, Lucia. I didn't mean to... I mean... Oh! Oh, I don't know how to say it." Hush, baby, hush..