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" I still need to finish my last entry. I meant to journal on Wednesday morning, but I saw Jack watering the lawn so I decided to open up a peace treaty.  He wasn&amp;#039;t wearing his baseball cap, which is usually a sign that he&amp;#039;s in a good mood. He wears his cap during his radio show, like it&amp;#039;s some sort of mask that gives him permission to think or say anything. &amp;quot;Hey, Jack,&amp;quot; I said casually, hands in my back pockets, like nothing had ever happened between us. He didn&amp;#039;t even turn around. &amp;quot;Just wanted to, first, apologize about what went down over at the station. I don&amp;#039;t know what came over me, but it was an idiotic thing to do \u2014 not to mention a cheap shot. You&amp;#039;re a bigger man than me, accepting me back into your home.&amp;quot; It was a lame line, considering the only reason I&amp;#039;m there is because he digs Donatela. Like all the men before him, she gets what she wants from her man and then moves on. I wonder what it is she wants from him. Jack continued to water the grass, not turning around. &amp;quot;Second, I hope we can be friends again \u2014 or, if not friends, at least, friendly neighbors.&amp;quot; I turned around to go. That&amp;#039;s when I felt a weird chill come over my body. I haven&amp;#039;t died yet (at least I don&amp;#039;t think so), but when my time comes, I think that&amp;#039;s what it&amp;#039;ll feel like. It was as if I&amp;#039;d come face to face with the Grim Reaper. When I spun back around, Jack had already gone inside. It was freaky. But back to my conversation with Holly, which has caused quite a disturbance in my force. We were sitting atop the canyon while she confessed all her sins when, suddenly, she dropped this doozy. Apparently, Dad is NOT the real father. In one way, I was incredibly relieved. God help the child if she&amp;#039;s got Dad&amp;#039;s DNA. Take it from someone who knows. In another way, I was incredibly confused. If not me, not Charlie, not Dad, not donor # 14569, then who? &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s Mike, Zach,&amp;quot; Holly said. &amp;quot;Mike? Mike Tyson? Mike from the Rollerblade rental shop on West 72nd?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Mike, your brother.&amp;quot; No way. Not a chance. It was like someone trying to force feed me some crazy Japanese dish smothered in jellyfish tentacles. I wasn&amp;#039;t going to swallow. &amp;quot;Come on \u2014 now you&amp;#039;re really reaching,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;I believed you up to this point.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m horrified to admit that it&amp;#039;s true.&amp;quot; Her face was dead serious. She got up and paced around, explaining that she&amp;#039;d run into Mike at a convention in North Carolina, months after we&amp;#039;d broken up. Mike recognized her, they got to talking, and he explained that his company was looking for help decorating its new headquarters. &amp;quot;I was ecstatic,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;We&amp;#039;re talking hundreds of thousands of dollars. That would have been a huge boost for me financially and for my company.&amp;quot; When they got back, Mike called to meet her and discuss the job in more detail. &amp;quot;I didn&amp;#039;t tell you because I knew it would weird you out, and I didn&amp;#039;t want to jeopardize the job,&amp;quot; Holly explained. From the start, it was clear this wasn&amp;#039;t an ordinary business dinner. Mike was awkwardly flirtatious with Holly \u2014 even though she was my ex-girlfriend and he was &amp;quot;happily&amp;quot; married with three kids. &amp;quot;He began ordering martini after martini for us, but I just figured that&amp;#039;s the way he did business, so I went along,&amp;quot; Holly said.  By the end of dinner, they were both completely wasted, and he told Holly she had the job. Mike offered to walk her home, but on the way to the apartment, he convinced her to take a detour to the Time Hotel, where he was staying the night, to show her his room. &amp;quot;He told me he loved the design, so stupidly I went upstairs with him. Next thing you know we&amp;#039;re rolling on his bed and he&amp;#039;s all, &amp;#039;You know you want it. I see the way you look at me. My brother isn&amp;#039;t half the man I am.&amp;#039; It was awful.&amp;quot; Holly said she was too drunk and caught up in the excitement to fully understand what was going on, plus he began manipulating her by implying the deal was not a sure thing anymore but sleeping with him would help move things along. &amp;quot;I knew it was a terrible mistake, but it happened anyway.&amp;quot; I could feel the rage bursting from my temples. &amp;quot;Are you saying my brother raped you?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I wouldn&amp;#039;t go that far. But he took advantage. He doesn&amp;#039;t know any of this\u2026&amp;quot; Holly broke down and couldn&amp;#039;t continue. I embraced her, waiting for the waves of tears to subside. Gritting my teeth I asked, &amp;quot;Why didn&amp;#039;t you tell me?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I was afraid he&amp;#039;d do something even worse to me and that you wouldn&amp;#039;t believe me anyway. It was easier to lie. Charlie and I had been trying for months, and we&amp;#039;d just learned that he was infertile. So when the doctor gave me the news, I pretended it was a medical miracle. I quickly resigned from the job and vowed never to tell anyone the truth. I couldn&amp;#039;t do that to Charlie, and I will never do that to Charlene. She can never know how she was conceived.&amp;quot; Jesus. I wanted to throw up. But, first, I had to murder Mike. &amp;quot;Please don&amp;#039;t tell anyone else about this, Zach. I&amp;#039;ve kept it a secret for a reason. This is the last time we ever speak of it.&amp;quot; "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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