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The chorus "But what?" "I have always wondered what became of that child. He must be in or nearing a career by now. Don't you ever wonder about stuff like that?" "You want her, you slob!" Denise insisted. "You moralizing slime bag. You do. You're a pig like all men are pigs," blasting across the table as the other women were mocking with comical disdaining faces. "Oh, I always wanted her. Every man who saw her or her picture wanted her. But I never related myself to her, never shared my life, my philosophy, my culture, anything ...it was all her ... she was a pure physical magnet. You don't build relationships on that," Macaluso added in a totally erroneous summation. "So who was the lucky guy?" Bill Natureman queried. "Guy?" "Who was the father?" again, this time from an incredulous Larry Osten who already guessed the answer which followed. "Hmm. I never met him. You know, I never thought about it. I'm sure it was part of the records, but I never considered him. He never came up." Mac, surprised with his own neglect, mulled on this for a moment. Osten clearly not surprised, made a frowning sideways - you didn't want to know - glance that needed little interpretation. Marcus was confused with himself. "Why didn't I ask?" he thought. He only had Osten's bug eyed don't-you-get-it? gaze to guide him, but he didn't get it. Shannon said, "We went to Ireland two years ago to see where John's family came from. His great uncle was still alive, living in a thatch roofed hut. We met folks who were like John's clones - living in the place from where he derived his history. All those many little quirks he has, that his family has, made sense there. Mannerisms, out of context