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“If you want to look at it that way,” Billy said

“How else can one look at it?” Mindy said

“It’s that word ‘finally,’” Billy said “It’s not nice”

“Mom,” the boy said

“This is my son, Sam,” Mindy said

“Hello, Saly attractive, with a mop of blond hair and dark eyes “I didn’t know you had a child,” Billy remarked

“He’s thirteen,” Mindy said “We’ve had hi time”

Sam pulled away from her

“Will you kiss oodbye, please?” Mindy said to her son

“I’ht hours,” Sam protested

“Soet hit by a bus And then your last oodbye before you went away for the weekend”

“Mom, please,” Sam said But he relented He kissed her on the cheek

Mindy gazed at hie,” she said to Billy “He doesn’t want his mommy anymore It’s terrible”

Billy nodded cautiously Mindy was one of those aggressive New York types, as tightly wound as tisted pieces of rope You never knehen the rope ht even turn into a tornado “I know exactly what you hed

“Do you?” she said, her eyes beaht Billy Perhaps she was on drugs But in the next second, she calhton’s finally dead”