"You tell her," I said, imaging the massacre that was going to happen."I got to go, good luck," he said, hanging up on me.I pondered how to tell her t...e news when a plan suddenly popped into my head. A plan so, so, so wrong, I knew it was so, so, so right. I already knew what his costume was to be because Wendy hadn't stopped talking about it for two months; I also knew it was here because she didn't trust him to remember to bring it with him; it also was a costume that would hide the identity. If you don’t know, well ... well we’ve been in family court a lot, and a judge decided that we can’t be closer to each other than a thousand feet (305 metres). And we can’t talk. No phone, no e-mail, no text, no smoke signals no nothing. No, I don’t know why. But it could have been worse, and it’s only for however long it takes to bash out all this legal stuff. However long that takes. We’ll be back together again, I just don’t know whenThe audience is listening, every word. When the child. "We had to get an unlisted one. Prank calls. You know." Yes. Well, with the way Nikita dresses, I'm not surprised. I look forward to your cooperation, sir. Goodbye." Goodbye," I said, and replaced the handset in the cradle.What the fuck was that all about? Nikki had obviously given my telephone number to her school in case they tried to call her parents. After our little escapade the other night, she probably assumed I'd be cool and not do anything about it. Well, she was wrong.A few minutes. " Denise hugged them and gave them theirfill of attention before the kids ran off to play elsewhere whileAnita entered, looking exhausted.Amanda walked off to where the kids were playing, with Anita sagelytelling Denise, "Don't have kids so close in age. Four kids in a spanof five years is tough on you! I love the kids, but this is going tobe insane when they get older. I'm just glad that I'm not missingtheir lives anymore, the kids are in good hands with Melinda's aunt'spreschool but it's.