[ 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 ]	“Shh,” she interrupted, “Rob can hear you.” “Why should I care?” I replied, not intentionally lowering my voice. “He’d love to be in my position. His father deserves to be where mine is.” She lowered her head and spoke to the floor. “I know about the abuse, Elena, but let’s not get off subject here. He’s your father. You should feel something.” I did feel something. What she meant to say was that I should feel differently. “Christ. I can’t believe you still have feelings for that bastard.” “Did I say that?” “Well you wouldn’t be drowning your sorrows with a bottle and interrogating me if you didn’t care about him.” “Elena,” she said, calmer now, but just as stern, “he’s the man I shared my life with, bore his child. He’s dead and I’m upset about it.” I stood there silent, all of a sudden wanting desperately to leave the kitchen, but kept on listening to her as she finished her thought. “And so should you.” I didn’t respond though. I just turned and walked out, leaving her there, alone in the kitchen. “You want to talk about it?” Rob asked as I closed my bedroom door behind me. “Not really.” I grabbed two pairs of shorts out of the dresser, tossed one to Rob and he went to the bathroom to change and brush his teeth. He slept over so much that he even had his own toothbrush. I changed out of my jeans, so big that I didn’t have to unbutton them, I just had to remove the slide belt from the loops. I set my ball chain necklace and silver rings on the nightstand, before slipping under the navy blue comforter.