If not, then we’ll see where things go with us,” he replied, knowing full well his response would only piss her off. “Then what the fuck was all...this about tonight then? If I knew you only wanted to use me to get back at Charlotte for what she did, I never would’ve agreed to meet up with you!” she said, the pitch of her voice rising with every word as she swung off Henry and the bed. “Did you ever think that maybe I have feelings for you? That I’ve had feelings for you, Henry? I thought this. I've never seen anything like it, myself. Do you know what happened to you?"She did, but couldn't bring herself to speak of it and shook her head at him.She wasn't certain he believed her, but he continued, regardless. "Well, at any rate, there's too much damage to your womb for adequate fetal support."Everything was so fuzzy. She understood all the individual words, but somehow they would not congeal into information for her. "What are you saying?" I can do nothing for you, should you want to. I won't sell that many donuts by tomorrow. As long as the shipment gets here by next week--"Vera smiled, showing her large white teeth. "Trust me, Arnie, you'll need the flour by tomorrow morning." She snapped her briefcase closed, turned on her heel, and went out to her car. In a moment she was back with a 30 pound bag of flour. For someone who seemed so skinny -- at least in certain places -- she must have been very strong, because she carried the bag like it was as light as a pillow."There,". She watched as her daughter let go his hand and dashed to her side, and he walked up to this woman as she took her sunglasses off. Of course he recognized her. There wasn’t a man in the world who dared not, and he was sure she approved of his reaction, of the surprise and approval she saw on his face. Introductions were made, smiles and knowing glances passed between them. He remembered looking at her eyes as he said something inanely banal, and he’d watched that smile again, the same lips he’d.