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Show Woodworth/7^ Ned doesn't answer. "Who knows, Ned?" "I don't know what you mean," her father says, quietly. He has stopped eating, seems smaller in his chair. "Oh, I think you do, Ned." Marty is unused to this repetition of her father's name. It doesn't seem that her parents ever call each other by their names in front of her. "No, I'm sorry. I don't." He looks the school boy, caught without his homework. "Well, we all know Marty didn't inherit it. Marty has a great sex life, don't you? And Megan, too. Oh, don't think I don't know what's going on with Megan." Her mother turns to Marty, accusing. "I'm not all that dumb. I know where she is when I call her late at night, and no one answers the phone. But what about Jake? Maybe that was Jake's problem. Did you tell Jake about the birds and the bees, Ned? Did you tell him how babies are made?" Ned looks at Marty. She avoids his eyes. "Because if you told him Ned, it was probably worse than if he had never known at all. Certainly worse than if he had learned it in some alley. Who told you, Ned? Who told you how to make love to a woman?" "Ruth, I don't think..." "What? Are you worried about Marty hearing? Don't you think it might be good for her? I think Marty should know. I think Marty should know that she has to watch out. She may not marry a man. He may look like one, and act like one. But a man can make a woman really feel like a woman, can't he, Marty? I bet the men you know really know how to satisfy you." Marty can hear the toilet running still, and longs to go fix it. "But maybe you're smart. Maybe Jake wasn't. But it's too late for Jake now, isn't LWau -ftu-tk pausesK "YOU know what my sex life is like, for |