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The Right Life	By : PiratesWench Category: S through Z > Secret Window Views: 2030 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Karen stood in the doorway,
speechless. She had heard Mort say, on
more than one occasion, that he never informed Amy about moving into Alex�s
home, the marriage, or anything, really.

A
fan? She could be a fan trying to meet
him, couldn�t she? She could just hope
that I would believe her. Unsure of
how to handle the situation, Karen decided that she should tell Mort right
away. �Can you wait here a minute?� she
asked as politely as she could.

�Sure,� Amy
� or this person who said she�s Amy � replied.

Karen left
the doorway and quickly made her way to Mort, who Julia had convinced to play
pin the tail on the donkey. �Mort, I
have to talk to you.�

�What�s
wrong?� he asked, noticing the worried look on her face.

�There�s�� She lowered her voice. �There�s a woman at the front door. She says that she�s your ex-wife, but I
thought that since you hadn�t told her anything, she could just be a fan or
something.�

Convinced
that the latter was the correct explanation, Mort said, �Thank you. I�ll take care of it.� He made his way to the front door, nearly
falling over when he saw her. �Amy?�

�Mort!� She stepped just inside the doorway and
flung her arms around his neck desperately.
Mort�s arms stayed at his sides for a moment � then he gently pushed her
away.

�Amy, what
are you doing here?� he asked.

�You didn�t
tell me you moved again,� she said, ignoring his question. �And only a mile or so from your other��

�Why are
you here?� Mort glanced behind
him. �I�m busy at the moment.�

�I�m�I�m
sorry, I just��

I�m
sorry. The phone call echoed
through his brain. �You called this
morning, didn�t you?� Amy looked
away. �You called in the middle of the
night too, didn�t you?� She
nodded. �Any, what�s going on?�

�I�I�ve
been missing you,� she said softly.

Mort�s eyes
widened. �You what? Amy, I think I�ve spoken to you once in the
last year.�

�I
know. I�I tried calling the number you
gave me, but�well��

�Where�s
Ted?� Mort asked � not a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

�Home.�

�You�re a
long way from home � from Ted, Amy. Why
are you here? I mean, really?�

�Daddy!� Julia ran into the foyer. �Come pay!�

Karen ran
in after her. �I�m sorry, Mort, she got
away from me.�

�That�s all
right, Karen,� he said, picking up Julia.
Karen understood and walked away.

�You�you
have a�� Amy quickly did the math. Unless he had an affair as well, this
little girl couldn�t have possibly been his - unless he met someone and
things progressed at an unworldly rate�or an �accident� occurred. �She�s a toddler,� Amy said, as if Mort
wasn�t aware of this.

�Two today,
actually,� he said. �And no, she�s not
mine. Well, not genetically speaking.�

�Oh,� Amy
said, an all too noticeable sigh of relief coming from her. She then noticed the wedding band on Mort�s finger
� it wasn�t the one she�d picked out for him.
Of course it�s not. Why would
he be wearing that? �You�re�um,
you�re married?�

�Yeah.�

�The woman
that answered the door. Was she��

�No, she�s
my sister-in-law. My wife�s � she
doesn�t need to know you�re here because you �miss me.�� His voice wasn�t cold; it was more
�matter-of-fact.� �So, what�s the real
reason, Amy?�

Amy
nervously pushed her hair behind her ear, letting Mort see an engagement ring
on her finger. �That is a big
part of it.�

Julia
started to squirm. �Duce��

Mort put
her down. �Honey, ask Uncle Steve to
get you some juice � Daddy�ll be right there.�
Julia scurried off.

�Mort, I
didn�t know. How could I have
known? Why didn�t you tell��

�Look, do
you need something or not?� His
patience was thinning.

�Is there a
better time?�

�For what,
Amy?�

�To
talk. Please?�

Mort
sighed. �Do you have a cell?� She nodded.
�Give me the number and I�ll work something out.�

�Thank you,
Mort,� she said getting a piece of paper from her purse. She scribbled down her number as she said,
�I�m sorry for interrupting.� She
handed him the paper, then turned and left as quickly as she could.

Married? I can�t believe he�s married. And that little girl�she called him �Daddy.� His or not, he has a child. Good for him, Amy. You should be happy for him�he deserves it. He does�doesn�t he? Yes.
Yes, he has the right to be happy�to have a new life. I shouldn�t be here�but I need him.
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