"Please, Michael, can you... Can you turn this convo private? I don't want to be a phone guest of Jimmy Kimmel."He blushed at those words, and immedia...tely put the phone over his ear. "The guys and I were just impatient to know what happened. Sorry."Another deep breath from his interlocutor, before the answer: "Here's what happened: our request has been rejected. Rita didn't obtain Marco's custody. But now there comes the swerve: the judge reported to have had several talks with the judge who's. Art. I got a bad feelin' about this man. A real bad feelin'. I mean it man ... I don't think this is real smart ... Ya know? I'm just sayin', I think we're askin' for big trouble here." 'Sharp' Louie told his friend with concern in his voice."Whoa ... whoa ... time out there brain trust. I'm thinking you mean bad as opposed to being good, as in it's fucked up right? Well, tell it to someone who gives a shit my man! This ain't a goddamn fuckin' city council meeting, you know. Besides, since when. I could feel that stern teacherly look bearing down on me. I was shrinking fast.A quick look at me and the scales fell from Marlene's eyes. Now that we were exposed all our acting ability had vanished. Both Patrick and I just stood there looking shamefaced. I felt like I was being sent to the principal. “Then that is not your car.” Marlene said, pointing to the last car in the parking lot. Who knew who the car belonged to? Maybe the janitor or maybe nobody. Maybe it was abandoned. But of course. . you brought me here and let me express my love for you, the way I have learned to express my love to Mom.”“You - really are a good teacher - Guy Borelli. You make me look at myself, and my life with a whole new perspective. Please, no matter where our lives take us, come back to me now and then, and provide me with more of your insight on love, and your outlook on life. No wonder you make friends so easily, and have so many friends who want to be with you... “That makes me think of yours and.