We were in that post-coitus bliss, sitting on her nineteenth story balcony overlooking San Diego Bay, weed and beers in hand. Finally, I spoke up.“...y pregnant wife was killed in a drunk-driving accident a few months before I moved out here.”Angelica remained expressionless, but turned her eyes from the bay to my face. “I haven’t really thought about it much. I’ve tried to block everything out as best I can. But all the partying and sex and working will never heal me. I’m really, really. ’ ‘Why?’ ‘Well I’m going to have to let someone else teach you the rest.’ ‘What?’ I screamed out to him. ‘Are you breaking up with me?’ ‘Well kind of.’ ‘You tried of me now I’m not good enough to do all that nasty shit you want me to do? You found some other girl to do it for you.’ ‘No! No it is nothing like that, I receive my acceptance letter from Morehouse College and I am going away.’ ‘Going away?’ ‘Yes in two weeks.’ Tears began to run down my face. ‘What about us? What going to happen. Connie finally stopped crying and Marge provided some tissues to wipe her tears away."My son is an idiot", said Marge (an accurate characterization of the son). Most men would crawl through broken glass to have a lady like you" Connie seemed pleased with Marge's response."Mom, do you think my breasts are to saggy? Please be honest with me." Marge responded, "Well, I really can't tell since your blouse and bra hide them from view. Take your blouse and bra off and lets have a look." "Ohh Mom, I'd. I told her my name was David and I was heading back home after visiting a sick friend over the weekend. A quick look at her phone, and the leather guy’s class ring around her neck, told me a lot about her.Before I told her anything else, I put down my fork and said, “Want to see a magic trick? You name is Sally, you’re dating a senior on the football team, where you’re a sophomore at Bob Robert’s high school. Cool trick, right?”She went pale as she did her best imitation of a fish. The kids.