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more confidence than she felt.
    "Maybe.” Kevin pursed his lips. “But I doubt it."
    "I don't intend to butt into the relationship you have with your father. You're both grown men. But Larry is not that mature. He needs our protection.” Her eyes locked onto her son's tortured gaze. “Don't judge your father too harshly. I'm asking that, not for his sake, but for yours."
    "I don't want to talk about the old man.” With a wave of his hand, Kevin dismissed the subject. “But I would like to know if there is anything I can do for you?"
    Emily smiled through her tears. “You can eat the dinner I cooked for you.” She pushed her chair back. “I have to find Larry and talk to him."
    "Mom,” Kevin called as she hastened toward the door, “I agreed to what you asked, now can you do something for me?"
    How could she say no? “Yes, Kevin?"
    "I know an attorney, a very good attorney. He handled a case for a friend of mine last year. I'll give you his name. Will you go see him, or at least call him?"
    "Thank you, Kevin.” Emily put one hand on the stair rail. “I'm grateful for your concern."
    When she came back downstairs after a long, rather futile talk with Larry, Kevin was gone. There was a note propped against the sugar bowl. On it was scrawled the name and telephone number of Thaddius T. Thackery, Attorney at Law. Across the top of the page, Kevin had written, I'll call you in the morning. Emily folded the note and put it in her pocket.
    Early Monday morning she called and made an appointment to see Thaddius Thackery the next Wednesday afternoon.
    She had barely put the receiver on the hook again when the telephone clanged to life. She picked up the instrument, expecting to hear Kevin's voice on the other end. Instead Robert's baritone sounded over the wire. “Emily? How are you?"
    She could feel that old tightening in her chest. “What do you want?"
    He sounded tense and uncertain. “I want to know if you're all right."
    "How I am is no longer your concern,” Emily snapped. She was doing the very thing she had vowed she wouldn't do, being petty and vindictive. In a more conciliatory tone, she asked again, “What do you want?"
    "I would like to come by this evening and pick up my things.” Uncertainty deepened his voice, “If that's all right with you."
    "I've packed them and put them just inside the garage. You have a key.” If she saw him, she would make a fool of herself all over again. “The boxes with your belongings are labeled. Please lock the door when you leave."
    "I need to see you, and talk to you."
    "Whatever you have to say to me, you can say to my lawyer,” she told him coldly. “And while I think about it, please mail your house keys to me. I don't want the expense of having my locks changed."
    "You have an attorney already?” He sounded surprised.
    "I have an appointment for later in the week. Good-bye, Robert."
    "Don't hang up Emily.” He added a hurried, “Please."
    Why, she wondered, did he keep hanging on? “What now?"
    "I was wondering,” he said sheepishly, “if you had talked to Kevin and Larry?"
    His concern was really for his sons. She should have known. “Kevin was out to dinner last night."
    "And?” Robert prodded anxiously.
    "He's looking well.” She was not going to run interference for Robert with his children. “Good-bye, Robert. Don't forget to mail the house keys to me.” She hung up the phone.
    It began to ring immediately. With a shrug Emily walked from the room.
    The rest of the day passed in a blur of pain and ambivalence with Emily telling herself one minute that she shouldn't be around when Robert came for his things, and in the next instant, finding excuses to stay.
    Over dinner, Emily explained to Larry that his father would be around later this evening to pick up his belongings. “Maybe the two of you will have a chance to visit for a while."
    Larry's eyes glowed. “I'd like that.” Shyly, he asked, “Are you going to see him, too?"
    How could Emily