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The Father
The first thing he noticed about casey was she looked older. There were slight lines on her forehead, light ones around her eyes, around the corners of her lips. Her hair, shorter now, still blond-brown, and her smile-tentative, half-amused at herself-were the same. He'd loved her for that. He took her in quickly, saw the new mask the years made to replace the old.
"I need to talk to you, Darwin.""Sure," he said. "It's been a while." He tried to keep the raw edge out of his voice while he held the screen door open. When she slid past him, he smelled her familiar perfume, patchouli... spicy, sexy. He used to like it. He watched her eyes dart toward Davy's toy trucks on the floor."Where is he? Where's my baby?"They met in a bar on South Congress, The Continental Club, so famous for its musicians it was nearly an institution. People drank there; mostly they listened to the music and danced. casey came with another woman, both of them in their thirties. They didn't drink much, insisted on buying their own beer, but they danced with him. Gloria, the other woman, was good. casey was something else. She could let go, let her body loose, so no matter how frenzied the music got she could kee...See the full content of this document
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