“What?” I said.“Sam your dad is real sick. Sam he’s dying,” he said, and he looked down.I had no doubt that the man knew what he was talking... about. I also had no doubt that what he said was true. My daddy was dying.Silence reigned for some minutes, some long minutes. “How do you know this?” I said. The man looked up and directly at me.“After my wife got back from her visit with you, she was distraught. She didn’t know what to do, Sam. She so wants to help you, and be around you, and have you be. "One word: homework," said Paul. "All day Saturday. Sunday was justwatching DVDs and bike riding." You spent all Saturday doing homework?" asked Mike. "You should haveleft it till Sunday and had Saturday to yourself." Well, joker, I've been told that homework should be made priority.Stitch in time saves nine," answered Paul."Agreed," said Kelly. "Delaying it can make things harder, especially aswe are getting more each day." Ok, so you got it out of the way early," answered Mike. "No biggy.". ’ David put down his iced tea. ‘Thanks, so much, for dinner… and the company, of course. How’d you know I’d like Red Lobster?’ ‘I… we just thought, you know, with your aquariums and all…’ Carolyn said, smiling. The evening was going much better than expected. Instead of being shy or boastful, David had been the perfect dinner companion and had not ignored her daughter during the evening. He was so different from her husband’s sometimes obnoxious friends. Fortunately, they had stopped coming. You saw what Lil’s paying. And you saw what she’s paying for. Not even half a dozen fucks a day.” “She always said she’d done more than that.” “Well. She’s old, ain’t she. She can’t do it as much as we can. And anyway, she ain’t had our practice. I always thought she were a bit light-weight. We’ve done two, three, four, I dunno, much more fucking than her.” “She can’t take it, can she?” “Yeah, but least she can pay for it. We can’t! We’re fucking screwed! I don’t know what the fuck we’re gonna.