She didn't answer, maybe she had understood or maybe just ignored him and after all he did that a lot himself. He left her sipping tea.He was gone for...well over an hour and when he returned his wife was sitting in the lounge, she hadn't dressed. "Why don't you go and sit in the sun", he said. "I'll put up the lounge seat; your just right for a bit of sun for you are very white, put a bit of colour into your tits". Such a statement was totally alien, but his wife wasn't her normal self; what. He practiced atMount Sinai; he was divorced and had not been seeing anyone since hiswife left him over two years ago. He lived in Englewood Cliffs over theGW Bridge and he was a huge Yankees and Rangers fan, just like me. Before I knew it we cuddling together on a couch in quieter section ofthe club doing Tequila shots. Val had hooked up with a gorgeous African American guy who looked likeTaye Diggs and was dressed as a pirate. She came over and asked me if Iwould be okay going home. Sher and I are always playing grab-ass!”Jimmy was first up the steps and I was right on his heels as we took them two at a time.“Mom, what in the heck has happened with you and Oliver, and what has happened to you? Mom, I got to tell you, you look sexy as hell. You look just like Sher!”“I know Jimmy! Shit, Sher and I were sitting at the table talking when Asshole came in from his shift at the recycle center. He was in a mean-ass mood and started cussing and raising hell. He slapped me, and Sher. Floored by the unexpectedness of the discovery as well as by the significance of it. This girl was in love with me. In love, or hopelessly infatuated, which for a teenager amounts to the same thing. It was so totally not what I expected.Confounded, I sat with my arms clamped over my chest, my legs clamped together, staring at the window. Ahead of me, Agnes remained where I had left her in her seat. Although I paid no attention to her at all, I could tell without looking that she was really.