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Serena picked up the crying baby as she walked into her room.

"What has mommy gotten herself into huh?" she said aloud, more to herself than to Gwendolyn as she bounced the baby lightly, trying to quiet the crying infant.

"Mommy has to be resilient, and forget it ever happened. I'm sure he was just caught in the moment, I have to be careful with men now, not as careless as I was a minute ago." she said scolding herself for letting her guards down.

Howie sat in the kitchen waiting for Serena to return.

"Man! I'm so stupid! I have to apologize to her it was my fault. I'm responsible I shouldn't have done that. What am I going to say to her when she comes back out? That is if she comes back out. It has to be believable, and not fake and hollow sounding,” he said to himself.

Just as he started to think of ways to apologize to Serena she walked out of the hallway.

"Are you still thirsty? I could refill your glass with some more soda,” she said as if she if she had blanked the event from her mind.

"Uh, no that's ok. Look I’m sorry for what happened." Howie said.

"What are you talking about?"

Howie was bewildered as to why she was refusing to talk about what happened as if it didn't matter to her. He decided to drop the subject.

"Um, never mind. It's not pivotal that we talk about it. So..."

"So, what are you going to do on your break from touring?" Serena asked while turning to put the spaghetti onto plates for them to eat.

"Well like I told you before I plan on staying here." he answered.

"Oh yeah I forgot. Well, if I haven't already told you how boring this place is after awhile, the let me tell you again. It gets boring her after awhile."

"I don't mind it so much." Howie responded while looking at Serena.

"I beg to differ, I have a very good argument on this. You'd never win, there's no arguing with me on this one. I have a robust spirit; at least that's what my mom called my arguing since I stayed strong to my points. Robert just called me stubborn." she sighed.

"Robert? Who's that?"

"Gwendolyn's father." she answered quietly.

"Oh. So the bastard has a name,” he said. She looked at him questioningly.

"You've been calling him that all evening." Howie pointed out. "So what's he like?"

"Well he's the perfect picture of paint drying on a wall. I think he's the most prosaic person I’ve ever met in my life, and he gets more and more boring every time I see him. I honestly don't know what I ever saw in him, I must have been drunk when I met him."

"Wow, that dull huh? I can't imagine."

"Yeah well. Life sucks that way sometimes."

(PS and by the way: “querida” is a term of endearment, like “dear” or “sweetheart”. Translated straight into English it means “dear”.)