“Honestly, mother, just spit it out. What do you want?”“I want to know why you haven’t contacted me since receiving your letter from Mimi. I�...ve been sitting on pins and needles, wondering when you plan to spill the beans about my big lie. My letter said that your letter explained that Dominic is your father. I thought for sure by now you’d have had it out with Marcus and me for lying to you.”“So, Marcus knew I wasn’t his son?” Mac asked. “That would explain a lot.”“We never discussed it, but he. Dennis said. He reached over to shake my hand and I gripped it firmly.“Grip is certainly important,” I said. “That’s true of many sports.”“How many bones are in your hand?” he asked. Weird.“Twenty-seven, counting the wrist,” I answered. I’d had to draw every single one of them in high school art class.“Which are called...”“The bones in the wrist? You mean the carpals?”“Right. And to what do they connect?”“The metacarpals.”“Other direction.”“The radius and the ulna.”“Class dismissed. You’re free. What really drove me to accept her terms, however, wasn't just the hopethat I could avoid the more unpleasant of their ramifications, but therewards of her friendship. Yes, I wanted more than anything to be Wendy's friend, her specialgurlfriend, if you will. If I'd failed as her husband, I was certain Icould at least succeed as her gurlfriend. I'd found a place in her life,after all! Why, you may be asking now, was it so important to me to have a place inher life at all, not to mention such a. After the first week, our routine became so efficient I actually had very little to do. He wasn't fussy about food so cooking wasn't much of a chore. We set his computer up for voice recognition and stuck Velcro to a universal remote device and to the cast on his leg where he could reach it with his fingers. That operated his TV, satellite radio and I-Pod. Usually, we just spent a lot of time talking. I found him to be a very bright and pleasant person to be around. Of course he knew a lot of.