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It doesn't make them permanently nuts.
The implications of that . . .
'Mr Foxworth?'
'I'm here. Are you sure Tom was all right again after he got clean?'
'I'm positive.'
'Jesus,' he muttered.
'Kara's right here. Do you want to talk to her?'
'Sure.'
'But don't hang up,' Denise said. 'I want to talk to you about something.'
'Fine. OK.'
A moment later, Kara said, 'Oh, hi, Daddy.'
Oh, hi. As if it came as big news that he was on the line. Those were always her first words into a telephone, even when she was the one instigating the call.
Tears filled John's eyes. 'Honey.'
'How are you?' she asked.
'Mommy and I are just fine,' he said through the tightness in his throat. 'We're still at the restaurant. How's everything there?'
'Pretty neat. We had popcorn and I had a New York seltzer and we watched my birthday on the VCR but I fell asleep.'
'Sounds like you're having a great time.' John used his sleeve to wipe his eyes, but more tears came. 'Wish I was there,' he said.
'Me, too. When're you and Mommy coming home?'
'I don't know, honey. I think we'll have to wait till the rain stops.'
'Can I stay up till you get home?'

 
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