"I had a break yesterday afternoon. I wanted to get off the floor, take a few minutes. I went to your room, used the card you gave me. Neither of you heard the door open. I'm not surprised."
She pauses, looks at me. I say nothing, wait. She sighs.
"Well, you both were on the bed, naked and f*****g like it was going to be outlawed tomorrow."
Nikki looked at me, a tear in her eye. "Are you and Mom having problems? You busting up?"
I'm surprised. Not moral outrage, fear. I take her hand.
"Your parents are complex people. To answer your questions, no, Mom and I are not having problems and we are never busting up."
Nikki gives a lame smile. "Well, that helps, but still..."
I leaned back. "This is filed under 'none of your business, but now that you've caught me, it is'. Your mother and I
