Deliver Us from Eva Page #3

Mmm.

Up.

Down.

Right there.

- I have a dreadful problem. I need your help.

- Gosh, you're doing it.

- How the hell did you get in here?

Jacqui gave me a key

in case of an emergency.

- Are you okay?

- Don't mind us. We're just having sex.

So I should just come back in,

what, two minutes?

- Is it really important?

- Get your ass out!

- Just give us one minute.

- Oh,just one minute? Damn, it's worse than I thought.

Man, what the

- She probably had a bad day or something.

Look, hold on.

Where you going?

Eva needs me. But we need you too! No-

Wait a minute!

Damn you, Eva!

- So,you two still talking about having a baby?

- Shh.

Not so loud.

IfTim even hears the word

"baby," he jumps on top of me.

Oh, that's just

his male biological clock.

It's when a man begins having

baby fever, like a woman.

I read about it

in Psychology Today.

All I know is that every time we

argue about it, he ends up drinking.

The drinking

isn't serious, is it?

No, but-

Well, you know, his father

had a drinking problem. Mmm.

Mmm. Ah! What do you think I should do?

I don't like getting in

married people's business.

There's nothing wrong with a grown

man having an occasional drink.

Mmm.

Although a study did show that a

drinking problem can be hereditary.

You don't want your baby coming out of the

womb talking about, "Where the liquor at?"

It wouldn't be right.

Oh, hey, hey, hey. Baby,

I was still drinking that.

Honey, I know, but you shouldn't

drink so much, you know?

Eva and I werejust talking, and

- This is not what you need.

Do you wanna do the breathing

exercises Bethany talked about?

I don't wanna breathe. I just

want a drink. I want that drink.

Baby, I don't like

to bring up the past,

but you know that little problem

your daddy has.

- I'm not my father.

- Oh, sweetie, I know. I know.

It's just, tonight,

no more drinking for me.

- Thank you. Thank you.

- Baby, can I just-

Aw, come on, honey. Sing

it with me. Please? No.

It's our theme song. Aw, party

- poop. No. No. No. No.

Hey, I'm in here! Get out of

here!

I hate that damn song!

Yeah! Smell that! Ew!

This is Ray Adams,

y'all. What's happening?

I thought you moved to Florida. I did.

I worked at a car dealership down

there, but that was a year ago.

I never keep a job

more than a year.

- I work for Jomo's Meats in L.A. now.

- I know Jomo's.

Why do you quit your job every

year? What's that about, brother?

Well, I have to service

my many talents. Oh.

I was brought up an orphan.

No mama, no daddy.

No ties.

That's how I do it.

If you guys hadn't noticed,

Ray is quite the player.

- As we saw the other night.

- Yeah. Love your work, baby.

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