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"It's just embarrassing and disgusting for me to

see, the way my father drools over your mother like

that right in front of us. They act like.., like teenagers.

I can tell you I don't remember him being that way

with my mother, and after she left us, he never went

out on a real date with any other woman."

"So?"

"So I told you! It makes me sick to my

stomach! That's what's so." Betsy paused and glanced

at Baby Celeste. "Why is that kid looking at me like

that?"

"She feels your anger."

Betsy smirked and shook her head. "She feels

my anger? What are you, a child psychologist or

something? Look at you, sitting there on the floor,

reading a children's book. This is your idea of a night

of fun. You really are pathetic,"

Her words were like bee stings. but I refused to

let her see how much they hurt.

"I'm going to have to help you with your

vocabulary as well as your math." I said. "You need

synonyms."

"Oh, really? And what is that supposed to

mean. Mr. Genius?"

"It means you have to find other words to use when you try to insult me. These are getting tired,

worn-out."

She started to say something, then stopped and

blew some air between her lips. "You know what I

think." she finally managed. "I think you're gay." Just then the phone rang.

"Finally!" she screamed, and ran to it. I looked