I heard the front door open and Fay’s raised voice, “You? What the fuck do you want?”“Who is it?” I called out.“Remember that little slut ...rom last weekend? Its her. Her mother’s out and she’s lost her key. How come we always get lumbered with the baby sitting?”“I guess we’ll have to take her in again,” I said trying to sound resigned and slightly annoyed. Inside I was excited to see her again.Fay reappeared tugging a reluctant and tearful Sofi after her. I tried to suppress a grin of delight. She nodded and said that she assured Rhonda she would be around on a regular basis to make sure that no hanky panky went on. Gabby had a tendency to be very talkative and she went through a run-down of chores and exercises that Tammy was going to be doing over the next three weeks while she lived at Rhonda’s house.Rhonda used to be thin and sexy before Tammy stole her man a few years ago. The two of them had been close friends but one day Tammy felt insulted by an off-hand comment that Rhonda. I can’t believe you moved all of that equipment this morning,” she said.Sean looked around the garage wondering how it managed to get cleaned if his father hadn’t done it. He asked, “So did you do anything while you were out here?”“What kind of question is that to ask your mother?” she asked. She felt it was none of his business what she did with her husband when he and Lily weren’t around.“I was just wondering if you moved any of the stuff around,” Sean asked more than a little puzzled by her. There was a tiny click as the lock engaged itself. The living room was cluttered with old boxes and stacks of books and newspapers. The furniture was old and tattered. The walls were covered with photographs, many of them yellowing with age. Peter walked across the carpet worn to the color of dust. On the other side of the living room, there was a small dining room. A crystal chandelier hung over a large antique table surrounded by six straight-backed chairs. Peter trailed a line in the dust on.