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Chapter Four Days after the s*x in the alley I’m dozing in Isaac’s overstuffed chair with a mountain of half-graded test papers on my lap, I hear the phone ring. I’m glad it wakes me even if my dream was about s*x. I have to get my work done. When the phone keeps ringing, I finally think to answer it, it’s not just an alarm. “Lynnie, you there?” Isaac was the first to call me “Lynnie” and it stuck. And from his lips, it always sounds the sweetest. “Of course I’m here,” I tell this author of my pet name. “You sound so … so …” “I was sleeping.” “Aw, I’m sorry. I thought you might be having s*x in my bed, and I’d be terribly jealous of whoever’s with you. How’s it going anyway?” “Great, it’s great. I’m great, Smithereens is great … healthy as a horse, full of spit right now.” I