" You'll let me know this afternoon before I leave work so I can give himyour number?"Okay, sure. I promise I will call this afternoon." Great. So, I ...an tell me that you're going out with him, can't I?" Mary, I don't know." Did you like Bruce? Isn't he cute?" C'mon, Mary. That's not the point whether he's cute or not. The point isthat I'm a married man and I'm not gay and I don't know if a date is goingto prove anything for me at all." Helen told me that you needed to see both sides of the. Hell. Off. You have no right to be such a bitch to me. And if you ever, and I mean ever, call me a slut again, under the bleachers so may I remind you, I will ram my father company on your ass so fast that you will end up on the streets for your whole fucking life!" I said to her and she squealed, running out of the store and I straightened my outfit and smiled to myself and my smile faded when I realized what I'd just done. "Shit." I smacked my head against the wall and sighed. I walked over. I sometimes found myself feeling melancholic watching the children play.Every fourth weekend I would fly into Newquay airport on Friday evening to be met by ex-in-law's who would have my children with them. They would drop us for the weekend at the cottage near the sea that I had bought with my new-found wealth. I would play the doting father until Monday morning when the in-law's would drive me back to the airport, then take the children back home to their mother.I would often bring one or. " Who are they?" Melody asked, and then seemed amused when I replied,"I don't know! It's a group of people somewhere. All I do know is their name!" So what's their name?" she asked."It doesn't matter." I said, "I just hope they'll be able to help us."She gave a sneer, "You mean that you hope they'll be able to help YOU!" She said despondently, "Nobody cares about me!"I picked her up and placed her on my lap, and then told her, "I said US, you and me. I have to prove that I didn't kill anyone,.