It knocked me over.What was I going to do with that? Of course, I loved you; that wasn't theproblem. It's just that it kind of crept up on me. One min...ute I loved youand then all of a sudden you're the object of an erotic daydream. Whoa!Where did that come from. I mean lots of people in this business sleepwith each other and everybody's past is littered with brokenrelationships of one sort or another, but this wasn't some 'one nightstand' thing where two friends get a little drunk or a little. "Well, to make a long, boring story a short, boring story, I'll skip anymore gruesome details about our sinful Saturdays. However, before I go tuck myself into my lonely little bed, I want to tell you about my last Saturday with Perkins." Claire sat down her empty glass, repositioned herself on the bed, and braced for the finale. "What I decided to do was embarrass him in front of the entire school. So on our last Saturday together, I brought over a little bottle of cognac as a present and made. “An explanation,” I answered.“What, what?”“Martha, I’d watch the mouth if I were you, I think you’re in trouble here. I received a letter from school, they say you were tardy three times and absent twice; what’s this all about.”“Oh Daddy.”“No Oh Daddy, explain.”“I don’t remember, I can’t remember what happens every day, you know.”“Martha you’re skating on real thin ice. No, I don’t, “you know,” what I do know is that I don’t think you’re being truthful with me.”My patience was getting frayed,. I'll be 25 in a few months. It wasn't that I wanted to see her that much, but she is family so it was kind of an obligation to stop in.I arrived at my sister's house about 4:30 after I had finished the job I had been sent out to do. It had been arranged that I would spend the night there and catch a plane back to New York the next day. Sis was the only one home when I got there so we were in the kitchen doing a little catching up while she was making dinner.It came to my mind that she had a kid.