“Hello, Lee. The policemen have informed me of what happened.” Mom walked into my room as if she owned the place.

“I doubt that.” I scoffed.

My mom just shook her head.

“How’re you feeling?” She sighed.

“Good. When can I leave this place?” I assumed the female doctor from earlier would’ve told her.

“Later today... You never called me yesterday. You promised you would.” She tried to put on her “innocent” face.

“Well, I was in a bit of a jam. Oh, I forgot, you don’t take excuses, because, according to you, there’s no such thing.”

“I’m sure you could’ve found time to call me after you shot that Luck guy.” She gestured across the hall of the white hospital.

“Is he in that room?” As far as I could see, he was. Mom nodded.

"Do you know everything that happened last night?" She hadn't been looking at me until now.

"Yes. Yes I do. They told me everything. Even the... gay... part." She looked at her little purple handbag and began playing with the small tassle on the zipper.

"Mom. I'm sorry I didn't tell you." She looked as if she was going to cry, if that was even possible for a robot.

"Why couldn't you just tell me?"

"I knew what you would think." I fiddled with the sheets on the bed I was lying in.

"And what would I think?" She was thinking it now.

"You're thinking it right now. You don't need me to tell you. I know how you feel about being homosexual."

My father had been gay. Just before he died he had told Mom. She was so upset that she kicked Dad out onto the street, out of the house.

He had stormed across the road, but didn't make it all the way as a black Ferrari came along...

"Oh my God!" I made Mom jump. "Mack Luck killed Dad!"

The End

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