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  I know this for a fact.   I have a PhD in Clinical Psychology,
remember?   I have a syndicated radio
therapy show, remember?   I listen to that
racist bull crap all day long.   You
should hear some of the nonsense people call into my show and proclaim.   Some people still harbor those kind of
views.   And some of those people, I am
sorry to say, are right here in Jericho.”
    “Yeah,” Robert said, scrolling
through his cell phone messages, his mouth cocked into a half smile, “like that
biker chick Donnie’s been fooling around with.    What’s her name?”
    “Gilda,” Donald said.   “Gilda Lane.”
    “Yeah, her.”
    Donald looked at Robert.   They were very close in age, but Robert acted
as if he was as old as their oldest brother Brent.   He sometimes came across to Donald as if he
thought he was superior.   “For your
information, Mister Know-it-all,” he said to him, “Gilda is not like that.   You’re just stereotyping.   Just because she’s a white woman with tats on
her arms and who happens to enjoy riding a Harley every once in a while doesn’t
make her a racist, okay?”
    Robert knew there was more to his
belief than the fact that Gilda had tattoos and rode a Harley, but he wasn’t
going to argue with Donald about any of his females.   He never listened to reason, Robert never
listened to him, their arguments always went nowhere.   Robert continued to scroll his messages.
    “But why Gilda?” Tony asked
Donald.   “That is what I don’t
understand.   You and Bobby are the blonds
in the family.   Both of you took after our
mother.   And both of you have the worse
luck when it comes to women.   I thought
blonds had more fun?”
    Robert grinned.   “They do,” he said with a raise of his
eyebrows.
    “And why wouldn’t I like Gilda?”
Donald asked.   “She’s good people.   And who are you to talk anyway, Tony?   She looks way better than those ugly barfs
you always go for.”
    Robert laughed.
    Before Tony could respond, the front
door opened on the opposite end of the great room, and Ashley walked in.   This was their new home that was built after
a fire took out their old home, and everybody was still adjusting to the
difference.   Everybody was also adjusting
to Ashley’s appearance.   “You look like
Don King’s sister,” Tony said to her.
    Ashley, however, gave Tony the hand
and continued to stare at Donald.
    “What’s the matter with you?” Donald
asked as she approached him.   He and
Ashley were best friends.   “What happened
to you?”
    “Like really, Donnie?” Ashley asked
as she stood beside him. “You’re here ?”
    Donald was puzzled.   “Where was I supposed to be?”
    “Bobby said he dropped you off at
crazy lady’s house three days ago.”
    “And I did,” Robert said.
    “Stop calling her that,” Donald
said.   “She’s not crazy.”
    “She’d better be glad that’s all I
call her,” Ashley said, “when I get through with her.”
    “I take it crazy lady is responsible
for your new hairdo?” Tony asked.
    “What happened?” Donald asked,
looking at her disheveled hair.
    But Ashley pushed him on his
arm.   “ Where were you ?   We’ve been
all over this town looking for you.   Nobody heard from you for three days.   You have Ma worried about you!”
    “Perhaps you could have phoned him on
his cell phone,” Tony suggested.
    “ Duh ,”
Ashley said.   “That was the first thing
we did, Genius.   He wasn’t answering his
cell phone.”
    “Don’t pay Tony and Bobby any mind,”
Donald said.   “They think they’re smart
because they have book knowledge, when neither one of them have any common
sense.   They’re just a couple of---”
    “ Educated
fools ,” Donald and Ashley said together, and then high-fived.   “So don’t even give them a response to their
foolish suggestions,” Donald added.
    “But where were you?” Ashley
asked.   “We went to your girlfriend’s
house on Bronson and she