"I have cooked for myself for the last five years, and I am pretty darned good at it, if I say so myself. And I am not used to someone doing for me wh...t I can do for myself. You are not my mother or my wife, so why should I expect you to cook for me?"Polina smiled, mollified. "Well, you don't know how to do it here anyway, so what if I teach you?"Together they managed to make a breakfast that was more than edible. Once taught, Bill was able to toast bread on a fork over the coals in the. "Jason gaped. "Your Mom stopped that program?" Came down on old Bendon like a ton of bricks, soon as she heard she was gonna hafta foot the bill for the pager. Plus there was a little thing about the school tellin' her how to be a Mom, blah blah blah. You get the picture. Bendon's a pushover when it comes to parents givin' her flak for something."The others exchanged dubious looks.Richie frowned. "Look, maybe she has that black shit around her, but she's still my Mom, okay? And she don't want. The street was filled with school kids as they crossed the street heading to the long-term care center at the far corner. Alan and the two others could still hear the dismissal bell ringing from inside the school opposite. The center was a gray building, wide and squat, five stories tall from the looks of it. A guard in the foyer directed them to a small office off the main hall. They had come to a hospital, and it seemed they had come for naught. ‘Are you a friend of Mr. Dickinson’s?’ the desk. OH! No, Emily, you haven’t thrown your ‘cat’ at me.”“There, you see, Valerie, your accusation is false on its face.”“I’m gonna kick your fuckin’ ass, bitch,” Valerie screamed.“No you are not, Valerie,” Emily said with confidence.Valerie rushed at Emily with her fists doubled, but Emily took a half-step to the right, raised her left arm deflecting Valerie’s swing, and the girl’s momentum carried her past Emily whereupon she caught her toe on the edge of the Persian carpet and went sprawling on.
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