”“So why are you sitting around in the hospital?” Ken asked.“My kids are visiting their mother. She had appendicitis,” Dexter answered.“Th...ir mother? You’re divorced?” Ken asked.“Separated,” Dexter answered.Ken asked, “Your fault or hers?”“Hers. She texted me that she wanted a divorce,” Dexter said.Ken said, “I’ve had a lot of women text me with similar kinds of news.”“It’s cold,” Dexter said.“Not really. Everyone is too busy to waste time breaking up face to face any more. A text message is. "It's clear that our friend the governor is out to cause trouble. We should not let him know about the fact that we have access to the three common rooms just yet. However, make sure that all citizens use the ice rink to move back and forth for now. I don't want us confronting his goon squad just yet."Yvette nodded. "In fact, I'd take that further and stop all transit except as necessary to run the command post, and I recommend only using men in the command post after today."James frowned. "We. But that would be funnier than anything, especially now that he no longer takes his shirt off in public. It was a sex dream." Ooohh..." Sam called from the shower."Not Oooh... but ewww... it was with Spencer."From inside the shower, Carly could clearly hear a massive spit take. "What?!" I told you it was weird. It gets worse though. He was really great, and we had sex in our apartment to appease some chicken god." See, now a god of chicken I could get behind. Infinite supply of chicken. Summer looked down at him and said, "We're through, Billy. Nobody hits me."The younger man started to rise. "Bitch, I'll..."Rick stepped between them and growled, "Get in your truck and leave. You've got three seconds before I call the police. With your handprint still on her face, you'll go straight to jail." This isn't over, you old son-of-a-bitch. You either, whore." Despite his brash words, Billy was walking backwards toward his truck.Choosing not to answer him, Rick turned to Summer.