"It's less ... formal." **********Ed wore a light shirt, which showed off considerable scarring on hisarms. Despite the...heat and humidity, he wore long pants. His ravenhair, close-cropped in a near-military style, and bronze skin, gave himan air of mystery and romance, like a movie-star Latin lover. He satwith the old woman and the girl Anya in the restaurant, and as theytalked, he glanced around. There was no way he could have afforded todine in the Palm Club;. Some others from the team followed with us. Most headed home with their parents and siblings to do their own celebrating. Kelso and Patrino met us at the diner. As we walked in with that big ass trophy, our mom just started crying. The patrons already there started clapping and cheering for Dustin. We all start to order—mostly burgers and fries, a few pizzas. I see that Parker and a few of his boys had come down. I went over to talk to them, telling them I was glad they came and joined us. Mom. I don’t know if it was the booze or what made me say, out of nowhere I screamed: “I WANNA FUCK SOMEONE TONIGHT”. To which she became silent first, then the conversation went like this,T: What?? are you serious!?M: Oops, am sorry, it was a mistake, I was really irritated and mood off, I guess the drinks are working on meT: hmmm,M: what hmm? what do you mean?T: nothing, tell about yourself, how many times a week you hook up?M:what? NO! I have just had it like 3 times before. That’s it.T: Oh!. “I really enjoyed that, but as I can see from your face, things are not different, are they?”She shook her head, and looked wistful.“You have to do what is right,” he said. “You’ll feel better that way.”She nodded again.The month passed quickly.Two days before Valentine’s Day when the month would be up, John answered the phone to a woman’s voice with a Dutch accent.“May I speak with Mevrouw Klinsman, please?”John called Claire to the phone.“Hello?” She looked puzzled for a moment then John.