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much in her entire life, as she had these past three days. One possible reason for Vivie feeling so sick horrified and disgusted her.
    “Could I be pregnant? Dear God in heaven, please do not let me be carrying Tommy’s child in my womb. What if I am pregnant, what will Michael do? How will he react when I tell him that I have Tommy’s child inside me? He has said to me that he is falling in love with me. How can he continue to love me if I am pregnant with Tommy’s child? I need to see a doctor. I need to know for sure if this is what is wrong with me. Maybe I have the flu; yes, that is probably it. Vivie, you’re letting yourself get upset for nothing.”
    “Vivie, darlin, are you up?” Michael came through the kitchen door, announcing his arrival, so as not to frighten Vivie.
    “Yes, I’ve been up for hours. Did you have a successful night?”
    “I did, indeed.”
    “Do you want to talk about it?”
    “Nothing to talk about, really. A Polak from Jersey was supposed to deliver some coke to Joseph but instead, he decides to sell it to the Westies. He then takes off with the cash. Tracked him down in Elmira, he still had the cash on him. Made the hit, brought the money back to Joseph and now I am home. Ready for breakfast? I brought some bagels.”
    Michael knew he should not be talking about business with Vivie, but still, it felt good to have someone he could talk to. It was a release of sorts. Having Vivie in his life was turning his life inside out. He never had a need to be this close to anyone. He never had a desire to be this close to anyone. He was always a loner that was the way he liked it. That was the way it had to be.
    “I don’t believe I’ll have breakfast this morning, Michael.”
    “Still not feeling well, darlin?”
    “Not really. I think I may need to see a doctor.”
    “Vivie, is it that serious? What do you think is ailing you?”
    Michael’s concern was written on his face. He walked over and placed his hands on her shoulders, looking down into her face.
    “I don’t believe it’s anything that serious, I just think I should see the doctor to be safe. Maybe I need a shot, just give me a little pick up, to help me along the way. You understand, don’t you, Michael?
    “Of course, darlin. We’ll go right now, if you like.”
    “Michael, you’ve been out all night. I think I can go to the clinic down the street by myself. Eat your breakfast and go to bed. I will wake you later and let you know what the doctor said. I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about.”
    “Alright, Vivie. I don’t want you to feel that I’m smothering you. I know how independent you are.”
    Michael gave Vivie a wink and kissed her on the cheek.
    After Vivie left for the clinic, Michael went into his bedroom with the newspaper. As he was about to fall asleep, his telephone rang, it was Joseph.
    “Lucky, I have some news.”
    “Joseph, what’s up?”
    “That little girl’s father, was his name Patrick Clancy?”
    “Yes, Joseph, Patrick Clancy…why, what have you heard about him?”
    “He was hit this morning Lucky. He was on his way to work from what I understand, and somebody drove up and whacked him, right there in the street. Dead shot, right between the eyes.”
    “Christ……”
    “Lucky, you know what this means, the guys responsible for this, I’m assuming it’s the Westies, are trying to find you. Now why would that be, Lucky? They wouldn’t hit an old man just because you took off with the girl. What haven’t you told me, Lucky?”
    Michael knew he had to come clean with Joseph. He had to tell him the truth, the truth that he had gone to Hell’s Kitchen looking for Tommy to settle the score for Vivie.
    “I’ll meet you at your office in ten minutes Joseph.”
    Michael left a note for Vivie, telling her that he would be back soon. How he dreaded telling Joseph what he had done. He knew he should have let someone else handle it, he was too personally involved, but it is too late. Now