About nine the telephone rang, it was Sam ringing to let me know he'd arrived safely and to ask how things were. I sobbed out what was happening to my husband, even what Tom had called me."He didn't mean it, love." Sam tried to comfort me."You didn't hear his voice Sam," I sobbed, "he meant it! And he's right! I am a whore!""Sara, calm down," came my husband's soothing voice, "Tom's upset and just lashing out. Give him time, he'll settle down again.""I wish you were here Sam," I wept back, "I can't bear this alone. Tom hates me, he really hates me Sam!""I wish I was there too hon," Sam sighed, "but I'm stuck here. As for him hating you, I doubt that. I doubt that very much. Sara you need to pull yourself together and try to talk with Tom, deep down he loves you darling, he'll listen sooner or later."As he rang off I hoped he was right, but my inner fears kept telling me that I had managed to drive my son away from me. Nevertheless I tried to talk to him, which wasn't easy throug
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