'The weekend her father left -- left the house, the town, the country, everything, packing so lightly I believed he would come back -- he said 'You can raise Nickie by yourself. You'll be good at it.
Â Â And I had said, 'Are you on crack?' And he replied, continuing to fold a blue twill jacket, ""Yes, a little.""
'Hey,' Paul yelled out. 'Why's everybody talking behind the patient's back?'
Â Â 'Shut up, we're having sex,' she called back. She poured a cup for herself. 'He seems pretty chipper this morning.'
Â Â 'Yeah, I don't know what to hope for,' I said. 'Quality, I guess. And then not too much quantity.'
'If everything we said had been a poem, the index of first lines would have formed a pattern: 'Do you remember', 'Tell me if I remember wrong', 'There was that time', 'Wasn't it funny when' --Anne Beattie
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