" She beat weakly on her father's chest with one fist, her confused baby trapped between them.Mr. French held his daughter as best he could as she cra...led her youngest in her crooked arm and had her other two children hanging to her skirt and legs, impatient to be somewhere else, uncomprehending and frightened by their mother's tears. They stood together on the steep hillside of the Presbyterian cemetery where Robert's body had been buried near that of his infant daughter.A light rain began and. I felt her stiffen, and slightly pull away, as though the feel of my skin against her repulsed and disgusted her. I quickly pulled my hand back and tried to hide the flush of shame and self-hate that filled my face. I never tried to touch her again.Back at the bar, Celeste and I got stinking drunk over the next four hours. Beers and shots and slammers, empty glasses accumulating on the bartop. Money ran out before desire to consume more did, and I helped her to my car, taking her keys with me.. I managed to pull both sides together, clumsily babbling about not knowing he was there, and some sort of apology. Why was he there? He's bloody gorgeous in just his jammies. But he's not supposed to be here! And I'm not supposed to be naked!"Oh fuck" he babbled too, with his French accent "I didn't mean to startle you. I want to say sorry, for earlier".Now I feel bad."hey, its okay, I'm fine, its all fine" I make my way over to my bed. He follows. He catches my arm, tugging me back. It is now. I walked outside heading downtown.I went to check in with my parole office at his office. It was close to 1pm when I got a bite to eat at the mall. I ran into a buddy from high school. He invited me to a house party a couple of streets over from my house. After I left the mall I went to hang out at the movie theater in town. It was close to 8pm when I got to the house party. The music was good and I only had a few beers before I left with my friend to his car. Mike invited me to his house to.