’ Her boyfriend sighed into the phone. ‘Dylan, I’m not going to be there tonight and I know it’s kind of unfair for me to do this to you now, ...but I’ve found someone else.’ The sudden surge of emotions that racked through her upon hearing those words left her speechlessly listening to all the bullshitthat her ex gabbed on about. He had mentioned being in love with her at first, but not really feeling free. Apparently he had moved out that afternoon while she was at work, leaving the apartment. She could feel the resentment sweep through her like a hot flush of wind funneling through a slum trail. She reluctantly thought that with patience and a bit of persistence she could get the father to accept responsibility for the child, even though the balding servant shut her out.Sometimes she sat on a cool spot overlooking the slums, hung her head, and wept with anger and bitterness. Then she would see something beyond her anger. The father presented an opportunity. Maybe he would. Tricia ripped the apology note into several pieces and threw them in the trash. "That was not an apology. You didn't mean it." But I did what you said!" An apology means you feel sorry," she barked at him. "And you don't feel sorry yet. Now go to your room."Joey fumed for a second, and stormed to his room, slamming the door. They could hear him throw himself on his bed. Annie stared at Tricia in disbelief."What?" Tricia asked."He's trying." Not hard enough."Annie fumed. "Why did you not see. "We wondered when you were going to put in another appearance."Mommy said you got so aroused, the other day when you tried to undress her, that it knocked you out for days. Then when you woke up and saw Daddy, she thought it scared you back to sleep." I could hear the relief in her voice."Did I really try to undress your mother? What in the world was I thinking?" Mother told Rebecca and me, but has so far, kept it from Daddy. He might not think it was as funny as we did. Brian, you were so.