Mary stood up and hurried to the child. "Joshy, what are you doing up?"

"I heard voices. Who's that man?"

"That's an old friend of mommy's. Do you want to say hello?"

Joshy nodded and followed Mary into the living room.

"Joshy, this is Mr. McCoy."

"Hello sir." Joshy held out his hand to be shook.

"Hello Joshy." Mr. McCoy said in shock. "Mary?"

"Just a second." She turned to the boy. "Okay Joshy, you found out who the voices were, how about you go back to bed now?"

"Okay mommy." He kissed her cheek and ran back to his bedroom.

Mr. McCoy chuckle lightly. "Mary, I've know you since you were two years old. Now, that kid looks a little like you did, but he looks remarkably like…"

"Danny." Mary finished his sentence.

"Yeah. How old is he?"

"Four and a half."

"He's why you left." He stated matter of factly.

She nodded.

"Why?"

"I was already the girl Danny left. I didn't want to be known as the slut he left with a baby."

"You cared what everyone thought?"

"I did then. I was eighteen. People already talked because I lived with you and Danny."

"But there was no reason…well, I would have said then that nothing was happening but obviously I would have been wrong."

"No, only the one time. It was when he left for the Marines."

"And I suppose you two…"

"Weren't thinking. It was our first time and we forgot."

Mr. McCoy squirmed, "I don't need details, Mary."

"Papa Larry, please don't tell Danny." Mary pleaded.

"Mary, he should know."

"I never thought I'd see him again. I didn't think he'd come back to Vegas."

Mr. McCoy stood up to leave. "Mary, you should be the one to tell him, but he deserves to know. I'll give you a week, but if you don't tell him, I will."

"Okay." She hugged him again. "A week."

"Alright, so he's four and a half?" Mary nodded. "Okay, I think his grandpa owes him four years of Christmas and birthday presents then."

"No, that's not…"

"Hey, he's my only grandkid. I have responsibilities." He kissed her cheek and left.

Danny was pacing the lobby when his father came off the elevator. He hurried to his father and tried unsuccessfully to act nonchalant.

"You were up there for a while." Danny started.

"I was. Let's go home." They headed for the doors.

"So, did you talk to her?"

"I did."

"And?"

"And what?"

"Did she tell you why she left?"

"I found out, yes." He walked to the driver's side of his pickup. Danny climbed in.

"Well?"

"I understand her reasons." They drove in silence for a while, Danny getting angrier.

"Are you going to tell me?" He finally blurted.

"It's not my place. Mary will tell you when she's ready."

"Then what do I do?"

"Be her friend again."

"You and Mike. Arrgh!"

"It takes time Danny."

"I've already lost five years, dad. I don't want to lose anymore."

"I'm not discussing it anymore, Danny. Here's your place. Goodnight."

"Night dad." Danny slammed the door behind him.

Mr. McCoy sighed. He had had a busy night.