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mouth?" He pushed his chair into the table. "You're
upsetting Mom."
Lance flung his long, tan arms over his head. "Oh
man, oh man!
Upsetting her! You two are just going to sit around
and let this guy get away with it. Aren't you? Just sit
there sucking on your cheeks while some… hippie,
some pervert, runs off with Mom! Jesus God, no way I
can believe this is happening!"
"Do not yell at me, Lance." Winslow's voice had
that stillness that Beanie dreaded. "It isn't your business
to do anything. I know your mother appreciates that
you feel strongly. But whatever choice she makes is
hers to make. Whatever decisions she and I come to
are between us. It simply is not your business."
"Well, fuck it. Just fuck it, that's all. She's out of her
head. Why the shit did you make us come over here
and go through this crap then?"
Her face watery with tears, Beanie looked up at the
three men who loomed over her around the dinner
table. She began to gather their silverware.
"Oh, Beanie, just leave it," her husband said. "For