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It is not much of the Mr. Ruby there but that's OK. Don't you like the food. Katrina. My wife of 23 years asked. It's delicious I said what ever you make is always great in the corner there side of walnut cabinet that used to contain our first Syria record player. Now it helped Katrina's cherished Blue Danube china collection which she inherited from her favorite aunt beret on top of the chest was an old quart pickle jar the makeshift vase for an arrangement of tiny wild flowers every color from scarlet cornflower blue to white but you're frowning. My beautiful Scandinavian wife said What are you thinking about. I looked up from the field name in young gardens all of blue cheese salad to gaze at the flowers. My thoughts were not the kind of dinner conversation one had with one's wife and family. I have a boyfriend now or omen had told me that morning. I wanted to tell you I didn't want you to feel like I'm hiding anything from you. Where'd you get those flowers mom Sheli. His name is George ora told me the said

empathy in the words making its way into her face. I had no reason to be jealous or and I had been lovers over the eight months Katrina abandoned me for the investment banker Andres rule. I loved Nora but gave her up because when Katrina came back after Andre was indicted for fraud I felt the CI Katrina was my sentence for the wrong I had done in a long life of crime. I saw them at the deli and thought that they might brighten up our dinner. Katrina told her daughter Julie had been trying to forgive her mother for leaving me. She was a sophomore at CCNY and another man's daughter though she didn't know it. Two of my children were fathered out of wedlock the only the eldest sour and taciturn Dimitri who always satisfy our Was way from me as possible was of my blood. Do you love him. I had meant to ask or that I did. I didn't want to know the answer nor show the invulnerability. He's very good company she said. And I get lonely. Well Katrina ask something about those flowers and the echo of oras voice. My

mind made me want to curse or maybe slam my fist down on the plate. Hey everybody. Well said he was.