“Well, you gave me some money too,” Darlene chimed in. “That really helped ’cause I had enough to buy some clothes and get my hair done. I mean, you might not have wanted to f**k me that night ’cause I looked like hell, but maybe, now that I’m all pretty again, you might want to f**k me again.”
In unison, Alissa and I both yelled, “SHUT UP!” Then we looked back at each other, realizing what we had done.
“I don’t want her,” I pleaded. “But I don’t know how to get rid of her.”
“Did…you…have…sex with her?” Alissa questioned, already knowing the answer.
A deep and confessing sigh came out of me. “Yes…one time, years ago, in Chicago before Ariel was born.”
“One time,” she reaffirmed as though simply restating fact.
Alissa turned to look at Darlene, who said, “Well, it wasn’t for the lack
