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Shit, I thought, I could've told them that in the first place and saved everyone a lot of trouble. In the weeks that followed, after the high of the baby being born, we settled into a sort of routine. Cathy had stopped work to stay home with the baby, and all went well for a while. Kelly was alone and on my mind. It occurred to me several times that now she was free and making mature galleries very clear he'd never get into that situation again, but still I didn't see much of her. "I just thought it'd be better if I didn't come around too often," she explained, "You've got a family now and you're trying to build a life. All I would do would be to keep things stirred up and in turmoil." "Kelly," I pleaded, "I WANT my life stirred up if that's what you'd do! I don't want to forget you and I certainly don't want to lose you! Now Judy's gone and you've got nobody! I fucked up, Kelly! If only I'd waited. Maybe..." "I told you, Charlie, I don't want to hearmature galleries .We fucked up big time, but I'm not gonna complicate mature galleries even more. And by the way, it's WE that fucked up, not YOU! So there's really nothing to discuss here. You've got a wonderful wife and a beautiful daughter, and your duty is with them! I'll be around because I can't help myself, but I'm not gonna get in the way." So I started getting more and more depressed. The more depressed I got, the harder I was to please. "Charlie," Cathy said over dinner one night in late November, "What's wrong?" "Wrong?" I asked innocently, "What makes you think something's wrong?" "Well, for starters, that raging stud who wouldn't leave me alone for two days in a row hardly ever makes love to me any more.