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Beck held his hand out. “Go ahead. Try it out.”

I straightened in my chair. “Hi. Are you Alex Stewart?”

“I am. How can I help you?”

I took a deep breath. “This might be a strange question, but do you remember a woman named Erica Sutton?” I shook my head. “Sorry. Erica Kerrigan. Kerrigan is her maiden name.”

“Yes. What about her?”

“Well, she’s…my mom.”

“Okay…”

“Oh gosh. Do you think he won’t get it when I say that, and I’ll have to say more?”

Beck shrugged. “No idea. But might as well prepare for the worst.”

“You’re right. Okay. Let me back up a question then. Do you remember a woman named Erica Kerrigan?”

“No.”

I blinked a few times. “What do you mean, no?”

“I don’t remember her.”

“No, Beck. You were supposed to say you do, like you did the first time.”

“This is improv. You gotta go with the flow. I’m guessing what he’s going to say.”

“Alright. Let’s just continue then.”

Beck went back into character. “I don’t remember any Erica Kerrigan.”

“How could you not remember her? You got her pregnant.” I covered my mouth. “Oh shit. Should I not say that?”

“I think you should say whatever you want to say. If it upsets you that he doesn’t remember a woman he got pregnant, let him know that.”

“Okay. What’s he going to say after I remind him he got her pregnant?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Well, what would you say if a girl walked up to you and said you got her mom pregnant?”

“I guess I’d be curious why the hell I was finding out only after the child was old enough to talk. But in your case, it’s different because your mother did tell him about you. So it shouldn’t come as a total shock.”

The bartender came over with my wine and Beck’s sparkling water. I knew my limits. Two glasses helped me relax. Well, at least normally it did. But the third one would put me over the edge and impair my judgment.

I sighed and motioned to my drink. “I think I’m going to skip that after all. One more glass and I either won’t go or shouldn’t go.”

Beck slid my glass back and moved his in front of me. “Have some water.”

“Thanks.”

“How about I drive you there?”

“Oh, no. That’s not necessary. It’s only a few miles away. I can take a cab.”

“Yes, but the cab driver isn’t going to talk you down off the ledge when you pull up.”

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