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384 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 27, 2009
“And another thing," I continued in a low voice. "I'm sick of the pity. Nat and Andrew should just get on with it, you know, and stop treating me like some crippled, balding cat who has seizures and can't keep down her food."
Margaret laughed. "Gotcha.”
“Sounds perfect," Natalie said approvingly. "Good sense of humor?"
"Oh, yes," I answered. "Very funny. But in a nice, nonmocking way. Not snarky, sarcastic or rude. In a gentle, loving way."
"So this is a case of opposites attract?" Callahan asked.”
“Finally. "It's about time," he muttered against my mouth.”
“He loved to cook and couldn't wait to make me dinner. He wanted children. He was perfect.
Then his cell phone rang. "Oh, shoot, I'm sorry, Grace," he said with an apologetic smile, glancing at the screen of the phone. "I've been waiting for this call."
"No, no, go ahead," I said, sipping my G&T. Do whatever you want, baby. I'm yours.
Lester flipped open his phone. "What do you want, bitch?" he demanded, his face contorting with fury.
I choked and sputtered, lurching up straight in my seat. Around us, patrons grew still. Lester ignored us all.
"Well, guess where I am?" he barked, turning slightly away from me. "I'm at a bar with a woman! So there, you disgusting whore! ”
“Hey, Dad," Margaret said, coming up to smooch our father on the cheek. "How are the labias selling?”
“Well. Margaret, we need to talk. Come on, girls. Let's sit in the kitchen. Oh, Grace, this shouldn't go here! It's not funny. This is serious artwork, honey."
Callahan O'Shea had placed Breast in Blue in my fruit bowl amid the oranges and pears. I grinned. ”
“Dare he take the promise of forbidden passion and sheathe his rock-hard desire in the heaven of her soft and hidden treasure?"
"I think he should go for it."
I jumped, dropping my tawdry paperback. Callahan O'Shea stood in the doorway, shrinking the size of the room. "Irish! What are you doing here?" I asked.
"What are you doing here, is a better question."
"I'm reading to Mr. Lawrence. He likes it." Hopefully Mr. Lawrence wouldn't lurch out of his two-year silence and deny that fact. "He's part of my reading program."
"Is that right? He's also my grandfather," Callahan said, crossing his arms.”