"All of us, the girls too." But it's not my fault." George protested."It was my fault," I volunteered. "I started it and you two followed. Weshould ha...e paid closer attention to the feelings of the ladies but wedidn't. This is the price we're going to have to pay for being stupid." It's going to be okay," Frank assured him. "We'll be here to help, no one'sgoing through this alone." After it's all over and you grow up and get married, you'll be betterhusbands and fathers than I've been." I told. . !" He snorted my words back at me and shook his head. "Little bro, you'd better be the first meat pie, because I swear I'll eat you before he turns me into one." My brother had spent too much time in this house, listening to Wendy's dad.An hour later, we had seated ourselves around a fairly small kitchen table. My left elbow brushed against Ms. Palnasus'. Her husband sat on my right, at the head of the table, and the two infatuants were allowed to sit side by side. Wendy's father kept a clear. He had greasy looking hair and there was black under his nails. They all had ragged beards and tats everywhere, so it was hard use that in a description. Eddie was taller and thiner than most. I mean some were tall and some were thin, but he had both things going for him. He didn't look junkie thin as some of the smaller ones did. He looked almost gym rat thin."What's your name girlie?" Eddie asked."Name is Sylvia," I said lifting my beer. I found the glass of draft beer to be ice cold, so cold. I was the guy Abby needed to get her over her hurt so that she could leave me and go on to the guy that she’d be with forever. It was obvious that one of my responsibilities on behalf of the universe was to be the bridge that women walked over on their way to the rest of their lives.I understood, but it still hurt.When someone moves as fast as I did with Abby, it should come as no surprise when it doesn’t end well. I was a schmuck. That is all there was to it. I knew I was a schmuck, but.