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Show Motherlunge a novel 113 I waited again, until Joseph said, "I'm on your dime, so I'll let you go." "Okay." " Give your mother my love." "Ick, Joseph." "Hey, what?" "Ick you and her." "We never did it, Thea." "No?" "Wasn't me," Joseph said, "She's like a mother to me." "Well," I said, "Good luck with that. And good luck with the rest of your jail time." "Thanks," Joseph said, and hung up. I put the phone in its cradle and thought about calling Dorothy then. I could tell her that I had heard from Joseph and that he had asked about her. I could ask her if she had had any boyfriends we didn't know about, and if she'd been tested for STDs. I could let her know how Pavia was doing and tell her that I missed her. But before I was done thinking of things to say, I had forgotten all about it and four months had passed. |