" Well, well, so you're a sexual athlete, huh?" Rudolph spat. "We'll just see how good you are today."Do you have any idea where you are?" It's a boys...home, I think, Sir." That's right, little one. You're standing in the Trojan Home for Wayward Boys," he said proudly. "It's one of our civic projects. We take in boys who haven't had good upbringings and turn them into men, Trojan men."Rudolph took Kathy's arm and marched her and Mommy down a long dank hall. He threw open a door. Inside, a group. Something, anything. But what would I say? ‘Hi, honey, miss me?’ Would she be angry? Glad? Would she slap me? Hug me? Somehow, I did not think she would be so easily forgiving for leaving her so abruptly. I had been gone a year, with no word. That’s not a simple thing to overlook. I noticed Carmen always went to one particular little grocery store a block and a half down the street from her building, even though there was a larger, better-stocked, one closer. I wondered why. Maybe they had. I don't want anything to happen to you. Tell you what, whydon't I take you out for dinner tonight so we can scope out the lie ofthe land, and get to know each other better?"I agreed. It would give me a chance to wear one of my fabulous newdresses that Lydia had helped pick out for me. The one I had in mind wasa deep forest green with spaghetti straps, and it came down to justabove my knee. While I was daydreaming Daniel pointed out that we were now pulling ontoI-110, and we would be in the city. Make it look like I was indie or something, instead of just ignorant. When I got to the exhibition, I realized that I shouldn’t have worried. Apparently this shindig was a clothing optional deal. Just inside the door was a six foot tall photo of a topless Kitty playing jump rope. I think it was supposed to be artistic because she was perfectly in focus but the rope was all blurred like it was moving really fast. I will never understand art, but this kind I think I could start to enjoy. [Wow, I.