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"
I
do
n't
stay
home
much
,
"
Johnny
said
.
She
laughed
and
said
,
"
Then
you
have
n't
changed
much
.
"
She
paused
and
then
said
,
"
Shall
I
fix
up
the
other
bedroom
?
"
Johnny
said
,
"
Why
ca
n't
I
sleep
in
your
bedroom
?
"
She
flushed
.
"
No
,
"
she
said
.
She
smiled
at
him
and
he
smiled
back
.
They
were
still
friends
.
When
Johnny
woke
up
the
next
morning
it
was
late
,
he
could
tell
by
the
sun
coming
in
through
the
drawn
blinds
.
It
never
came
in
that
way
unless
it
was
in
the
afternoon
.
He
yelled
,
"
Hey
,
Ginny
,
do
I
still
rate
breakfast
?
"
And
far
away
he
heard
her
voice
call
,
"
Just
a
second
.
"
And
it
was
just
a
second
.
She
must
have
had
everything
ready
,
hot
in
the
oven
,
the
tray
waiting
to
be
loaded
,
because
as
Johnny
lit
his
fast
cigarette
of
the
day
,
the
door
of
the
bedroom
opened
and
his
two
small
daughters
came
in
wheeling
the
breakfast
cart
.
They
were
so
beautiful
it
broke
his
heart
.
Their
faces
were
shining
and
clear
,
their
eyes
alive
with
curiosity
and
the
eager
desire
to
run
to
him
.
They
wore
their
hair
braid
old-fashioned
in
long
pigtails
and
they
wore
old-fashioned
frocks
and
white
patent-leather
shoes
.
They
stood
by
the
breakfast
cart
watching
him
as
he
stubbed
out
his
cigarette
and
waited
for
him
to
call
and
hold
his
arms
wide
.
Then
they
came
running
to
him
.
He
pressed
his
face
between
their
two
fresh
fragrant
cheeks
and
scraped
them
with
his
beard
so
that
they
shrieked
.
Ginny
appeared
in
the
bedroom
door
and
wheeled
the
breakfast
cart
the
rest
of
the
way
so
that
he
could
eat
in
bed
.
She
sat
beside
him
on
the
edge
of
the
bed
,
pouring
his
coffee
,
buttering
his
toast
.
The
two
young
daughters
sat
on
the
bedroom
couch
watching
him
.
They
were
too
old
now
for
pillow
fights
or
to
be
tossed
around
.
They
were
already
smoothing
their
mussed
hair
.
Oh
,
Christ
,
he
thought
,
pretty
soon
they
'll
be
all
grown
up
,
Hollywood
punks
will
be
out
after
them
.
He
shared
his
toast
and
bacon
with
them
as
he
ate
,
gave
them
sips
of
coffee
.
It
was
a
habit
left
over
from
when
he
had
been
singing
with
the
band
and
rarely
ate
with
them
so
they
liked
to
share
his
food
when
he
had
his
odd-hour
meals
like
afternoon
breakfasts
or
morning
suppers
.
The
change-around
in
food
delighted
them
--
to
eat
steak
and
french
fries
at
seven
in
the
morning
,
bacon
and
eggs
in
the
afternoon
.
Only
Ginny
and
a
few
of
his
close
friends
knew
how
much
he
idolized
his
daughters
.
That
had
been
the
worst
thing
about
the
divorce
and
leaving
home
.
The
one
thing
he
had
fought
about
,
and
for
,
was
his
position
as
a
father
to
them
.
In
a
very
sly
way
he
had
made
Ginny
understand
he
would
not
be
pleased
by
her
remarrying
,
not
because
he
was
jealous
of
her
,
but
because
he
was
jealous
of
his
position
as
a
father
.
He
had
arranged
the
money
to
be
paid
to
her
so
it
would
be
enormously
to
her
advantage
financially
not
to
remarry
.
It
was
understood
that
she
could
have
lovers
as
long
as
they
were
not
introduced
into
her
home
life
.
But
on
this
score
he
had
absolute
faith
in
her
.
She
had
always
been
amazingly
shy
and
old-fashioned
in
sex
.
The
Hollywood
gigolos
had
batted
zero
when
they
started
swarming
around
her
,
sniffing
for
the
financial
settlement
and
the
favors
they
could
get
from
her
famous
husband
.
