Thank you for all those who were quick to review, it really gave me a boost. I have noticed a number of errors in these chapters. I am trying to correct the most blatant ones as I continue along with the story. I ask anyone who is turned off by these mistakes to let me know what is wrong instead ofjust skipping the story. Even if you don't like the story, please let me know about any mistakes you've found. It helps make me a better writer and makes the story better for those who are enjoying it.
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"Wait! What's your name?" he called out after her.
She paused, looked back and shouted "What does it matter?"
"It's common fucking courtesy. My mother taught me manners, didn't yours?"
A smile, he got her to smile. She almost looked pretty when she smiled. But he wasn't so sure she was going to answer him. She started walking again but called out over her shoulder.
"Kat. My name is Kat."
"What kinda name is Cat?" he yelled at her quickly departing figure.
"With a 'K' not a 'C' genius!" was the last thing he heard her say before she disappeared around the corner.
He stood there for a minute. Not really sure what to do. She didn't seem a threat, in fact, she seemed like she knew Jack. Why else would she ask if he died alone? Like it mattered to her, like she knew how much Jack hated to be alone. And she had said she wouldn't be coming around again. Maybe she was just some skank Jack fucked once. Confused, he made his way into the house. Interrupting Angel's and La Vida Loca's make-out session, which Jerry was trying valiantly to ignore in favor of the game on TV.
"JESUS CHRIST, take that shit to your room! Not everybody wants to see a porno at 10:00 in the morning."
"Lissen herra, Gabacho!" Sophia started to yell.
"Man, what's your problem? You need to get rid of some of that sexual frustration you got going on? Who was at the door?" Angel interrupted trying to prevent the argument he knew would follow.
"Nobody. Hey, any of you ever hear Jack mention anybody by the name of Kat?"
"Uh, Bobby, you forget this is Jack we're talking about. He wasn't really big on disclosing things you know?" Jerry spoke up.
"What kind of name is Cat?" Angel unknowingly repeated Bobby's earlier comment.
"It's with a 'K' not a 'C' genius."
"Uh…no, not really…" Angel answered, hoping Bobby wouldn't notice his hesitation.
Nodding, Bobby headed up the stairs to the one place he knew he might find the answers he was looking for, Jack's room. They had left it exactly as it was since Jack came home. The only thing they had done was to take out the empty plates and glasses. After that they had just closed the door and left it closed. It was exactly what they had done with Ma's room too. They hadn't wanted to deal with the memories and feelings those room's conjured up. Still, Bobby decided, he had to face those demons some time, just as he had in Ma's room the night he came back home.
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