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father told her.”
    Patti grinned. “Well, you go and ask your father if that’s true.”
    Tracy ran back out and into the living room. “Hey, dad, are you a ‘sissy’ if you hit a girl?” she asked, tugging again on her father’s arm.
    Dave opened his eyes and stared at her. “Did your mother tell you to ask me that?”
    â€œMmm hmm,” Tracy hummed. Then she smiled.
    â€œWell, you tell her that I said she can’t beat it.”
    Tracy ran back to her mother and stuttered, “He, he said you can’t beat it, mom.”
    â€œWell, you tell him that I love him anyway.”
    â€œMom said she loves you, dad,” Tracy yelled out to him. Her father didn’t respond. “Well, dad?” Tracy asked, expecting him to send another message.
    â€œWell, pretty, I guess it’s almost time to eat,” he mentioned to her instead.
    Dave still hadn’t responded to Patti’s message as they sat down to dinner.
    Tracy was confused. Her daddy didn’t say that he loved her mother. Why not?
    â€œYou don’t love mommy, dad?” Tracy asked him at the table.
    Dave looked frozen, as if he had lost his appetite.
    Patti came to his rescue. “Of course your daddy loves me, Tracy. What kind of a question is that?”
    Tracy backed off and hunched her shoulders. She was still a bitconfused and apprehensive about the tension she had caused at their dinner table.
    Dave quickly finished his food and headed out of the house after dinner.
    Tracy was left alone to ask her mother plenty more of her questions.
    â€œMommy, where does daddy go at night?”
    â€œTo his friend’s house,” Patti answered while cleaning pots and pans inside the kitchen sink.
    â€œDoes daddy love you, mommy?”
    Patti was getting agitated. “Yes, he does, Tracy. Now what is wrong with you?”
    â€œHow come he never says it then?”
    â€œLook, now, stop bugging me. Okay?”
    â€œBut does he, mommy?” Tracy persisted.
    Patti sighed, surrendering. Had she pushed Dave to his limit? Did he still love her? “I hope he still loves mommy, honey,” she said to her persistent daughter. “I hope and pray he does.”
    Dave walked in at eleven on a Wednesday, early compared to some of his other nights out. He had begun to spend more of his free time away from home. He failed to touch Patti or talk to her for weeks at a time. He only chatted with her on occasion, kissing her every now and then.
    He walked to the kitchen and got out a spoon with the cherry vanilla ice cream and started eating it from the box. Patti waited upstairs, listening to his footsteps. After a few minutes of debate, she decided to walk down the steps to join him. Carefully, she approached him as he sat inside of the kitchen. She calmly slid her hands over his shoulders from behind. Dave moved forward to release her hold. Patti then sat in front of him to look into his eyes.
    Dave got up and went to the bedroom without a word, leaving the box of ice cream on the table and daring Patti to comment on it. Once upstairs, he walked inside of the bathroom to take a shower. Patti followed after him.
    â€œDave . . . where do you go at night?” she finally asked, trembling.
    â€œI go the hell out. Where the hell do you think I go?” he answered while running warm water. He closed the door behind him and took a fifteen-minute shower.
    When he had dried himself off and returned to the bedroom, Patti was waiting for him.
    â€œDave . . . are you seeing another woman?” she forced herself to ask him.
    â€œWhat if I was? You wouldn’t care. You’re still my number one, right?”
    Patti pressed the issue. “Are you, Dave?”
    Dave pulled on his pajamas and slid underneath the covers. “Can I get some sleep, Patti? I’m tired. It’s been a long day.”
    Patti snatched the covers from him in a frenzy. “Stop playing with me, Dave!