Why can’t you do the same to him? He is stabbing you in the back. If you are smart enough, you would leave him for me. We can stay together far away... I wouldn’t mind. We can go to Paris or Moscow or Canberra and live our life there.” Good Lord, what has entered the mind of this young man? I can’t do that. I’m a month pregnant. With Brice’s child, of course! How do I know it is his child? I slept with seven men and anyone of them could be the father of this damn child I am carrying!“Cederick,. His frustration finally peaked and Victor hit the power button, making the 22-inch screen go dark. He sighed and dropped the remote beside him. With both hands he rubbed his face and pulled a modicum of gook from the corners of his eyes. After flicking the crud across the room, he rolled on his side and stared at his roommate. Tyler was lying on his bed; his glasses far down on his nose, holding a book in both hands. Victor could never understand what was so fascinating about the written. Then one day he showed up at the house with a broken arm. ‘Fuck you, Jerry! Fuck you!’ I peeked out from behind a corner as my mother screamed at him in the kitchen. The glow, gone. Mr. Berkowitz spoke closer to a whisper, his voice full of regret, ‘I’m sorry, Ann. My family…’ ‘What about mine, Jerry?! What about Michael’s?!’ Mr. Berkowitz had to avert his eyes as she stopped and glared, acerbic and malicious. A glare that could cut down the strongest of men and the weak jeweler was no match. . He didn't mean to, I knew that, but my dad had been big on sports as a kid. Big all around, like Dan, and he'd married a cheerleader in my mom. I knew he was waiting for me to tell him I was going out for football or basketball, or something. Just like Dad was waiting for me to gain fifty pounds of muscle and six more inches of height. The odds of any of that happening though were pretty small. I'd had my growth spurt and it had lasted about three days, but Dad didn't actually say anything out.