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so,” he said.   “I might take a shower.”
    â€œSounds like a good idea,” Diane said.   “We can do the rest tomorrow morning, I think.”
    After a pause, he asked, “You think you and Dad will ever get back together?”
    Diane sat next to him and put her arm around him.   “I don’t know, honey.   I really don’t think so.”  
    David nodded resignedly and slipped out from under her arm.   He went to another pile of boxes and asked, “Is my PS2 in one of these?”
    â€œHmmm, maybe.”
    He picked up a box and tore off the tape, revealing a collection of old, faded newspaper clippings.   The one on top was the Los Angeles Times and the headline blared, “GANGLAND MURDERS AT PORNO WAREHOUSE.”   He lifted the top clipping and saw another headline, “MISSING ADULT FILM ACTRESSES BELIEVED DEAD.”
    â€œHey, what are these?” David asked.
    Diane wrinkled her brow and stood.   She stepped over to him, looked in the box, and gasped.   Reacting suddenly, she pulled the box away and closed the flaps.  
    â€œThat’s nothing,” she said.  
    â€œWhat do you mean?”   David was no fool.   He could see that his mother had recoiled in horror at his discovery.   “What are they?”
    â€œJust some newspapers I forgot I even had.   They’re personal.   In fact I probably should have gotten rid of them a long time ago.   Forget about them, I’m throwing them away.   They’re garbage.”
    David looked at her curiously.
    â€œReally,” she said, unconvincingly.  
    He finally shrugged and said, “I’m going to take that shower.”   He walked out of the room and headed toward his bedroom.  
    Diane looked at her hand and saw that she was shaking.   She really had forgotten that she was in possession of the clippings.   They must have been in the crawl space of the house and had been picked up with some of the other boxes down there.  
    She went straight to the kitchen and found one of the three bottles of wine she had brought from the old house.   She then rummaged through one of the boxes marked “Kitchen” and eventually found the corkscrew.   After opening the bottle, an inexpensive cabernet, she took one of the wineglasses that David had put away, rinsed it out, and poured a nightcap.  
    The wine tasted good and would go a long way toward easing her anxiety.   She felt her heart pumping hard and fast, so she moved to the sofa and sat.   She closed her eyes and tried to will away the unpleasant memories that were evoked when David had unearthed the newspapers.  
    â€œSweetie?   What’s wrong?   You sound—”
    â€œPlease…”
    â€œWhere are you?”
    â€œâ€¦warehouse…”
    â€œMy God, what’s happened?   Sweetie?”
    Diane jumped when the phone rang.   She picked up the receiver and answered.   “Hello?”
    â€œI see your new number works.”   It was Greg.  
    â€œHi.”
    â€œHow’d it go today?”
    â€œAll right.   We still have a lot to do.”
    â€œIs David there?”
    â€œHe’s taking a shower and then he’s going to bed.   We’re both exhausted.”
    â€œI can imagine.”
    â€œLook, if you’re calling about the game, I guess he can go.   But really, Greg, you should have known better than to arrange this on a weekend when we’re moving.”
    â€œI know, I’m sorry, it just came up.   I had no control over it.”
    â€œWell, just keep it in mind for future reference.”
    â€œFine.   I was calling to see how you were doing, not to get a lecture.”
    â€œI’m really tired, Greg, and I have a headache.   I don’t feel much like nursing your ego.”  
    â€œWell, fuck you, too, Diane.”
    â€œHey!”
    â€œNo, hey , to