I needed to relax a little before going to bed. Though I was sure that I was going to be up all night once again trying to figure things out. “Andi...,” my father knocked on the bathroom door, just as I was getting ready to step in. “Can I talk to you for a moment?” I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my body, not even bothering to turn off the water, which was creating a large amount of steam to fog up the bathroom. I swung open the door quickly and looked up at him. “I just want to take. They ratted the guy who shot me out, hoping for a lighter sentence. Angie filed for divorce while I was still in the hospital. Mental cruelty, if you can believe it. She was the one who talked the guy into shooting me, sealing the deal with a little bedroom romp. If that had come to light during the trial, she would have to serve at least eight years. I could have given the D.A. what I found, but it just didn’t matter to me anymore. We were divorced before she started her prison term. She was. He tried to collect his thoughts as the boy ran up to him. ‘It is ye father!’ the boy exclaimed. ‘Are ye alright?’ He looked over his father, his eyes settling over Jonathan’s stomach area. Fright crossed the boys face and his father reached up grabbing the boy’s shoulder. ‘It’s alright Jack.’ ‘But yer dying father,’ he said not believing the words he himself just spoke. ‘Everyone at some point must do so son. I myself was happy to have my first time. That was until I met yer mother.’ The. "Pattie kept talking, "Society looks down on things like that. Don't think it was all good for me, either, because for years I would get trucked off to my mother's mother for that long weekend when they were doing their thing. Becky you'll meet my grandmother if we get to be friends." How come your Mom had a baby with Pete, do you know?" I do know why. My dad's little squigglers never learned to swim and Mom and Dad wanted a baby. Philo said he didn't see any problem, since with Aunt Betty.