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and I have not heard from her since. Everyone had been shocked she’d left Pops, because she wants to do fuck all. I think it was more the humiliation of him fucking everyone but her that drove her to leave.  Fuck, who cares?  No one thought she had it in her to up and leave.  The only reason she never took me was because it would’ve been too much work.  One thing about Mom and work: they don’t belong in the same sentence.
    I take a deep breath and shut the door.  I walk behind my desk. The further she is from me the better. I’ve had a shock to my fucking system and I really don’t feel like dealing with her. I need to get it together and check some things out. I don’t have the time or energy to waste on her.
    “What is it this time?”
    “Son,” she says as she tries to break a smile. I must be fucking hard of hearing, because this tired woman, who looks like she’s been in a train wreck, has never, ever, called me that. I didn’t even think she was aware that I was her son. I assumed she thought I was a bank or a hotel. That’s the way she treats me anyway.
    “I’m in the middle of a situation,” I bark out in a clipped tone. As if she didn’t even hear me, she takes out a cigarette and lights it, puffing away in my office.  I run a gym not a smoking center. She needs to leave.
    “Apartment is free. Stay there. How much do you need? I’ll take care of it in the morning.”
    “Ten thousand.” She comes over and gives me a kiss as if trying to sway me from thinking she’s using me. She’s the worst con artist in the history of them. I only give her money to keep her out of my way. 
    She takes her worn-out dress, which I can only assume was once black, and her bag, in the same condition, before she hurriedly makes her way out.  I could ask her why she needs so much, but I just don’t give a shit. She caught me on a bad day, and there aren’t many of those. I’m too distracted to care. She can have the cash...this time. The next time she asks for any amount over the cost of a burger and fries, I’ll tell her to fuck off. Knowing her, it won’t be very long.
    Now, it’s time to look on the Internet. I want to know anything and everything about what’s happening with Tina. There has to be some sure symptoms for breast cancer she doesn’t have, confirming it’s just a scare, then we’ll have a great big fucking party to celebrate it was nothing.  This I never expected from Tina. She’s always so strong, appearing ten foot tall and bulletproof.  I never pray but instead of booting up my computer, I find myself taking a minute with my hands together and my head held down, praying at my desk.

Chapter Four
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    I 'm sitting in my Jeep scared for the first time in my life. I couldn't concentrate all day yesterday.  I’m not good at pretending; never had to be, until now.  I had to keep a brave face on all day.  Steve’s been recruiting everyone into his Omega Biggest Loser program.  Thank goodness he had the sense to keep me out of it. 
    I've been ready to take Tina to the hospital for the mammogram since six this morning.  I didn’t even look or think about the time. I’ve been sitting in the Jeep hoping the fresh air calms my nerves before I got sick.
    Upon arrival she took one look at me, kissed me on the forehead, and took my hand.  I’ve been wondering if we’ll still be like we are, family, in a few months’ time.  Shit, cancer? I just can’t wrap my head around it. Why doesn’t this shit happen to people like my parents? Why the good people?
    “Ready,” she whispers as she takes my hand.  I’m fucked up inside. I don’t trust many people, but once I do it’s for life. Tina is my only family; the only one I claim, anyway. I just can’t get the whole ordeal out of my head and I feel like a selfish pig.  Shit, she’s the one who’s possibly sick and I’m acting like I’m arranging her funeral already.
    “So, you’re helping Steve on