"Not so much 'from her' as 'about her.' She still lives in town; she failed out of school in her junior year and now works at a grocery store on the north side. She has three or four kids, from at least three men. She saw me in there once a couple of years ago and asked how I was, I told her I was fine and had to get back supervise one of my job sites. She looked kinda sad but I told myself that she had chosen her path. Are you ready for bed yet?"
"No way mister. You have at least two more exes to talk about. I have 18 years of your life to catch up on."
I mocked a heavy sigh, opened another beer and continued. "I was 26 and had just bought the company from my boss. My Grandmother had passed away when I was three. She had left trusts for all of my siblings to pay for their college. I gue
