Robinson?”“I said, I don’t kiss and—”“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You don’t kiss and tell.” He suddenly stood up. “You want another beer?” H... returned with two fresh bottles.Was he trying to get me drunk? On two beers?“It was a Mrs. Robinson thing,” he said, “wasn’t it?”“Why does it matter?”He thought about that for a moment. “It doesn’t, I guess. I’m just curious. I mean, you’re the guy with two girlfriends—”“I was the guy with two girlfriends.”“Still,” he said, “you’ve had as many girlfriends at one. “Where will you be?”“I have to go through Dad’s library. There’s a few first editions in there that we can sell. The rest I’ll box up. I was thinking of giving the fiction to a foundation that promotes literacy.”“Good,” Violet smiled. “He’d have hated that.”Going through the library’s books consumed my attention for most of the day. Outside of Violet, reading had been one of the few ways I’d found to escape the emotional violence at home, and it had become a life-long passion.I had always been. My hand move to caress my left breast, Ilove the size and weight, just perfect.I didn't want a heavy, large chest."Dita's size," was how Catherine described my breasts.I realized how changed my posture and manners were I had lost more thantwelve kilos. I tended to hold my head high, pushing my chest forward. Ilooked at the clock, 6:29pm, I had been daydreaming and had to stepquickly.I stood and noticed the taut pull of my suspenders and the height of myheels. I recalled my intent and smiled.. "Come on Art ... Jesus Christ, man. Fuckin' forget about it." Louie apologized. " ... don't be that way. I don't want to get out of the car ... but shit man ... We'll both end up in the East river if we work this scam you're planning. Nobody gets away with fucking over Raw Eddy man. Nobody." Fuck Raw Eddy!" Art extended his middle finger pointing it toward the windshield. "Raw Eddy ain't the poor bastard who's got cancer man. Me man! I'm the lucky fuck what's got this shit eating out my.