I thought of my soon-to-be husband, Errol and how trusting he was and what a good provider he was. Then I thought about Dave, and what a pounding he c...uld deliver in bed. I remembered one of our last dates. Dave fucked me at a party. He stripped me naked and fucked me on the bed where everyone's coats had been stored. We were interrupted over and over by guests walking into the bedroom to retrieve their coats but Dave never once stopped fucking me. I closed my eyes and ran my hands over my. Martha told me she had sold her car. When she told Mr. Buchanan about it before leaving, he had been bitter and unrelenting. There had been some angry shouting. He would support her in Memphis, but not in New York. New York was golgatha, sin city, filled with queers and commies and perverts. If she wanted to teach, she could teach just as well in Memphis and then find herself a husband and raise a good Christian family. Everybody in New York was a drug addict, the mafia owned everything, and. I thought he was the one, you know? We were each others’ first.”She looked up at me, her lip twitching down into a frown. “It wasn’t all your fault, what happened the other night. You told me you had a girlfriend. You dropped it into the conversation a propos of nothing. That should have clued me in right there that you weren’t interested, but I just—I just needed—““You don’t have to explain,” I said.“Have you ever been dumped?”“No.”“It fucks with your head! Things between me and Tom weren’t. Probably minimum security, but prison, nonetheless." I don't know what to tell Mary. Maybe nothing. I'm not sure this is a cause to celebrate. When your own parents do this to you ... well ... I don't know how I'd handle it if it had happened to me." I know exactly what you mean," Calvin said. "I can't imagine how anyone would react to that kind of betrayal by their parents. I'm glad I'll never have to know." Since he's pled not guilty, there will be a trial," I said. "I'm going to want to be.