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you’re hurting me.”
    â€œI’m hurting you? Shit, you’re hurting me with these stupid-ass games you play all the time,” Dave told her.
    â€œHow the hell am I hurting you? It looks like you’re the one that has me pinned up against this damn wall,” Patti retorted.
    â€œLook, you’re fucking with my peace of mind, Patti. Now we’re damn near thirty years old. We’re getting too old for this role-playing shit.”
    Patti looked at him seriously for a moment. “Dave, you’re the one that started it. You could have turned that TV off yourself.”
    â€œYeah, well I’m gonna end it, too.” He released the hold on his wife and walked back into his bedroom, locking the door in her face.
    Patti shook her head and grinned. She reminisced on the many other occasions where she had argued with her husband and ended up making sweaty love. Those were their best nights. She thought that maybe they would be having another one if she played along with him, but she was wrong.
    Dave was seriously fed up. He longed for a more mature woman who would cooperate with him instead of aggravating him and forcing him to play Mr. Sweet and Mr. Sour. In fact, Dave had become so good at it that he couldn’t tell the difference between his real self and his roles. He was beginning to feel like he was up for a living Academy Award.
    Patti fell asleep on her living-room couch and spent the night there. She had anticipated her husband coming down to carry her back to their bedroom and make passionate love to her. But it never happened.
    â€œCome on, Tracy, it’s time to get up,” Patti called.
    â€œOkay, mom,” Tracy answered, wiping out her eyes. She stepped out of her twin-sized bed and followed her mother to the hallway bathroom.
    â€œDid I wake you up from a dream, baby?” Patti asked her.
    â€œYup. I was Cinderella, and the prince was just like dad.”
    â€œJust like dad? Well, didn’t you have a beautiful dream.”
    Tracy smiled and said, “Yup, mom.”
    â€œWell, let’s get you cleaned and dressed so you can eat your breakfast.”
    â€œMommy?” Tracy asked, getting undressed for her bath.
    â€œYes, Tracy.”
    â€œWhy does dad never eat breakfast with us?”
    â€œBecause he has to go to work early.”
    Patti helped her daughter into the tub.
    â€œWhy does he have to go to work early?”
    â€œBecause that’s his job, honey?”
    â€œDid you and dad fight last night, mommy?”
    â€œNo,” Patti lied to her. “Why would you think that?”
    â€œBecause I heard you and dad in the hall last night.”
    â€œWell, we were out in the hallway, but we weren’t really fighting.”
    Tracy looked in her mother’s hand mirror while getting toweled off. “Why my eyes different from yours, mommy?” she asked.
    â€œBecause you got them from your father.”
    â€œUnt unh. Daddy’s eyes aren’t pointy like mine. And they shiny, too,” Tracy argued, still looking inside of the hand mirror.
    â€œYes they are, Tracy. You just can’t notice them on your father as much as you can on you, because you’re lighter than your dad,” Patti explained.
    Tracy put her arm next to her mother’s arm to compare complexions. “I’m tanner than you, mommy,” she said.
    â€œYup, you came right in between me and your father.”
    â€œHow that happen?” Tracy asked, as her mother put on her new birthday clothes.
    â€œUt oh, my daughter looks sharp to-day,” Patti said.
    Tracy smiled and spun around in her baby-blue dress. But she hadn’t forgotten her question. “Hunh, mommy, how’d that happen?” she persisted.
    â€œWhat?” Patti asked.
    â€œHow did I get like this?” Tracy asked again. She raised her arms up high to show Patti her color.
    â€œYou ask some complicated questions for a little girl, now