.." Terri said, flustered."Mom... I get it; we both were pretty lit last night. I know we did some things that we shouldn't have. But, about what happ...ned this morning? Well, I'm not going to say I'm sorry for that! I mean, honestly, that was the best thing I've ever experienced, and I'm glad I got to share it with you."Terri felt the sudden desire to kiss her son upon hearing that. But also she felt ashamed and replied, "I enjoyed it also, and I'm truly sorry for letting myself get carried. They look like marks to signify membership or maybe belonging, or perhaps ownership — but no one owns Jennifer. She is my wife and I am her husband. That's how it is. That is how it is going to stay. Then, I am hit by the idea that, if these are membership or 'belonging' marks, which she asked for, then she is excluding me. She never asked if it would be OK. She has not told me what they mean. Am I just supposed to look at them and draw my own conclusions?We have finished our session. After. I hadn’t been paying much attention to the game, but they both stood up and yelled just as Justin Smoak put one over the fence. Everybody was standing and the boys couldn’t see anything. Jack and I reached for boys at the same time and Damon was up on my shoulder at the same time that Drew was perched on Jack’s. Both boys were screaming as loud as the rest of the crowd put together. The organ was playing; fireworks were going off on the big screen as a picture of a baseball flying through the. And she didn't even know the sister's phone number.She slept fitfully. Then, just as she was leaving for work, the phone rang. On the wild hope that it might be Jonelle, she dashed for it and broke a fingernail on the receiver."Oh shit," she swore, trying to control her voice as she picked it up."Laura?"It was Tracy's voice."Yes. Tracy. Oh god... it's you." Are you okay?" Yes. I just broke a fingernail."Tracy sounded funny, distant. "Could I... you know, see you? Some time today?" After work, I.