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           IfI’dreadaboutitI’dhavecalledyourmothersooner."Shepausedandthensaid,"It’sfunny,thewayyourmotherusedtotalk,Ialmostbelievedyouhaddoneit.Andjustbeforeyoucame,whileweweredrinkingcoffee,shetoldmeaboutthatcrazymanwhoconfessed."

           Michaelsaid,"Maybemymotherdidbelieveitatfirst."

           "Yourownmother?"Kayasked.

           Michaelgrinned."Mothersarelikecops.Theyalwaysbelievetheworst."

           MichaelparkedthecarinagarageonMulberryStreetwheretheownerseemedtoknowhim.HetookKayaroundthecornertowhatlookedlikeafairlydecrepitbrownstonehousewhichfittedintotherundownneighborhood.MichaelhadakeytothefrontdoorandwhentheywentinsideKaysawthatitwasasexpensivelyandcomfortablyfurnishedasamillionaire’stownhouse.Michaelledhertotheupstairsapartmentwhichconsistedofanenormouslivingroom,ahugekitchenanddoorthatledtothebedroom.InonecornerofthelivingroomwasabarandMichaelmixedthembothadrink.TheysatonasofatogetherandMichaelsaidquietly,"Wemightaswellgointothebedroom."Kaytookalongpullfromherdrinkandsmiledathim."Yes,"shesaid.

           ForKaythelovemakingwasalmostlikeithadbeenbeforeexceptthatMichaelwasrougher,moredirect,notastenderashehadbeen.Asifhewereonguardagainsther.Butshedidn’twanttocomplain.Itwouldwearoff.Inafunnyway,menweremoresensitiveinasituationlikethis,shethought.