"
"I have enough to go on. And Conor will pay child support. I can work,
you know. Did I tell you I was a registered nurse?"
"No."
"Yeah, I went through a program after I got out of college. I only
worked for a year before I met Conor. I'm glad I did, now . . . It's
nice to know about the money. I don't know what's going to happen,
really. I just know I've got to move." She paused.
"I wish I were moving with you."
"Never leave someone for someone else," Francesca said. "You've got to
live through these things."
"That's what Mark says--my friend, Mark. Anyway, take the money if you
need it; I know you won't waste it. I wish I could help with the
moving, but I don't think I'd better."
"You _are_ helping, just by being you. Emma's going to need lots of
money, you know."
"Not for a while. Listen, how am I going to find you?"
"My folks will know where I am: Richard Boisverte in Edgewater, near
Daytona. Conor will know--because of the girls. I'll send you a card
when I have an address." She covered one of his hands with one of hers.
"You're right--it's probably not a good idea to see each other. I'm a
bad woman now; I could be a _very_ bad woman any moment.
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