Chapter Fifteen

At home, at dinner, David discussed that a Spanish woman had told him that he was “ the first bastard son of Peter Ebanes,” and that this meant that he was supposed to be one the best lays for women to have!

His father looked astonished. then thoughtfully he said:

ـِـ Oh, I shouldn't have thought she was ever into any fidelity!

he looked at his wife.

ـِـ OK, and who's her father, he demanded, indicating Deborah.

ـِـ I'm not sure, she answered, rather truthfully.

He looked even more astonished.

ـِـ Well can't you remember? Not at all? Who did you have sex with during that time?!

ـِـ Well, there were a few, besides yourself, who were there, in my bed, while you were at it!

ـِـ What in the world are you talking about?!

ـِـ I can't say you weren't at the job you've had!

ـِـ So what?!

ـِـ So what?

ـِـ Yes so what you slut?! Cause now I don't see why there ever seemed to be any way to judge you as any better at all than the porn stars!

She sat down and looked at her children.

ـِـ Well, she was probably right that Hispanic lady! You do look a whole lot like Peter! ... As for you, Debbie, you actually do look like your father!

ـِـ Like my father? How can I know if that's who I really have been taught to believe is my dad.

She looked at Richard.

ـِـ You look like Richard, Charlotte said.

Debbie looked at him.

ـِـ Yeah, I guess I do, she answered.

He was sitting tear-eyed and very grim, by the look of it.

ـِـ It's settled, he said, that I also have some child alimony to collect from him. ...

ـِـ Money, money again. That's all you really care about!

Her words seemed to sting him like a knife in a deer.

David now chose to speak again:

ـِـ What about it, mom! He makes money, and so do I! And what are you asking for?! If we men didn't make all the money there is to be made, what do you think there'd be!?

Richard cried.

Charlotte looked at him. She smiled.

ـِـ Now look at the man in you! You've always had it I'm of the weaker sex!

He looked up at her.

ـِـ Of all the freaking creepy things a lady can say! ...

She almost shrieked.

Then Deborah said:

ـِـ There's not any use in you two quarrelling all the time! How about you and me and he going to our own rooms all of us, and then mom can be sleeping on the living room couch, perhaps!