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Greta stepped forward to hug him at the same time Patty
came out of the bathroom. “What the hell?” she said, striding
to the door. “What are you two doing here?”
“What are you two doing here!” Ash barked, pointing at
Roger and Patty.
Greta grabbed Ash’s arm to rein him in. “Dad, we want
you to come home. We can work this out.”
“No,” Patty whispered, and then she shouted, “No!”

She looked at Greta. “You tried to kill me!” Then to Ash.
“And you tried to force him to leave me! I’m done with
both of you.”
“Dad.” Greta attempted to block the force of Hurricane
Patty. “Can we talk for a minute?”
Roger blinked, his eyes glassy, unfocused. His face shifted
from confusion to anguish. “I’m trying to work some things

out with Patty. I’ll be home soon, okay?” He smacked his lips
together and swallowed.
“He will not be home soon,” Patty said, wrenching Roger’s
shoulder away from the door and starting to close it. “Now
get out of here!”
“I’ll send you some—” Roger began.
“No money! You’re on your own!”
Ash stuck his foot in the door as Patty slammed it, Roger
just a shadow in the background now. Patty kicked at Ash’s

toes, then stamped his boot with the heel of her bare foot.
“Get out of here! You’re not wanted!”
“Ash.” Greta touched his hand. “Ash.” She squeezed his
icy fingers tightly. “Let it go.”

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