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" I didn&amp;#039;t tell Mike where we were going until I pulled up to our destination. He&amp;#039;d slept the whole way up and awoke when I hit the brakes hard.  &amp;quot;Where the hell are we?&amp;quot; he asked.  &amp;quot;Becky&amp;#039;s place.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Becky? Wait, wait. I don&amp;#039;t want to see Becky.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;And she doesn&amp;#039;t want to see you \u2014 doesn&amp;#039;t make a difference.&amp;quot;  I knocked on the door and Becky answered. From the expression on her face, you&amp;#039;d have thought she&amp;#039;d just seen the Grim Reaper.  &amp;quot;Mike?&amp;quot;  Mike raised his chin, his hands in his back pockets. &amp;quot;Hey.&amp;quot;  We stepped inside, and almost simultaneously Mike and Becky said, &amp;quot;You/We can&amp;#039;t stay long.&amp;quot; They looked at each other and laughed. It diffused the tension \u2014 at least for a few minutes.  Becky made us coffee, and we sat in her living room. The house was quiet. Becky told us that the kids were out with Chai, getting some frozen yogurt. I knew I had only a few minutes to speak my piece, so I launched right in. &amp;quot;We all know a terrible thing happened seven years ago, so I&amp;#039;ve brought us all together to figure out what to do. The Randle family has a tendency to avoid responsibility. And today I want to fix that as a united front.&amp;quot;  My proclamation was greeted with absolute silence.  Becky finally said, &amp;quot;Forgive me for asking, but what exactly do I have to do with this?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;You&amp;#039;re the voice of reason. This is too passionate an issue for Mike and me to hash out alone. We need a third opinion.&amp;quot;  Mike got up abruptly. &amp;quot;This is bull. I don&amp;#039;t even know why I came to L.A. I don&amp;#039;t owe anybody anything. The truth is that Holly came on to me. We had sex, yes, which I regret and I&amp;#039;ve already apologized for, but we were consenting adults. Why didn&amp;#039;t she tell me she was off the Pill?&amp;quot;  Becky shot back, &amp;quot;Oh, so it&amp;#039;s solely the woman&amp;#039;s responsibility to announce that? Hmmm. Thanks for clearing that up, Mike.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;She tricked me. I thought we were making love, not babies!&amp;quot;  I quickly jumped in. This was supposed to be a peaceful meeting, not a lightweight boxing match. &amp;quot;Look. What&amp;#039;s done is done. It happened. Now we, as a family, have a responsibility to help that poor girl out.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Do you really want to help Holly out, Zach?&amp;quot; Becky said. &amp;quot;Then leave her alone. The last person on earth she wants to see or hear from is Mike. No offense.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;None taken,&amp;quot; Mike said.  Just then, Chai walked into the room with the kids. We stood up quickly, looking guilty as hell. Chai seemed surprised. &amp;quot;Um, I can come back.&amp;quot; But Becky waved her and the kids in, then administered big hugs and kisses.  I introduced Chai to Mike; pleasantries were exchanged. We stayed for another 10 minute, then left.  On the car ride back, all Mike could talk about was Chai.  &amp;quot;That girl was hot. Sis taps that? Man, maybe I need to become a lesbian.&amp;quot;  I could see that I&amp;#039;d made zero progress. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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