Then she took a deep breathe and held it. Her eyes opened and she still held her breathe but then a strange sound came out of her mouth and she thrust... her pelvis up against me threw her head back into the pillow and started cursing " fuck fuck fuck yes " over and over. I never heard June say any fowl words. She pushed her ass up and down and I could feel her shaking under me. Then out of her mouth came this sound aaaaaaaaaaagh for a really long time. Then she started cursing again over and over. Sam thought he looked like a California beach boy, or maybe a lifeguard. Waiting for the phone conversation to end, Sam revised his own impression. "He looks like a deputy sheriff," Sam mused. "And me -- I'm the one who looks like a damned realtor."It was true. Sam Wicks was no stereotypical police officer. He was barely five-foot nine inches tall, and when he'd begun his law enforcement career at the DEA, he'd weighed in at only 152 pounds. Now, 15 years and almost as many pounds later, he was. He had been coming home late one night after visiting a patient and was involved in a head on collision with a drunk driver. The police said the other driver had been doing ninety miles an hour when he slammed into Dr. Burke's station wagon. The fact that he didn't survive the crash either was a poor consolation.It was because of Dr. Burke that Jim had been coming over these last few days. After a year, Christine Burke had decided that her husband of almost twenty-eight years would want her to. Who wants a friend who says such things? Not me, that’s for sure. She could get lost for all I cared.I spun on my heels and stormed out of the room.I had to push past Tara and Dan. They were standing in the doorway. They were there to laugh at me. They were there to point and jeer at the crazy person.I felt so betrayed. I felt so alone.I raced to my room. My room with walls smeared with Mum’s lies.I snapped off the light and they disappeared into the dark.I wanted to slam the door, but my daddy.