Meanwhile, Taylor and Ginger were getting nowhere with what Taylor had intended to be a reconcilation talk. Every time they would start to talk, the conversation always ended up on the subject of Marie. Ginger could not help but feel that Taylor's fun was not over.
"Are you sure you're not giving her any money?" Ginger asked.
"I told you, I'm through with her!" Taylor snapped back. "Please believe me--I'm through with her!"
"How many times had you been with her before I caught you the other night?"
"One or two."
"I don't believe that!"
"You want me to call Marie? You can talk to her yourself!"
"That's the last thing I want to do!"
"What have the children been saying?"
Ginger said nothing.
"Okay, Ginger," Taylor said. "You and I both know what happened. I messed up. Let's get this out in the open. Do you want us to stay together?"
"You'll get visitation rights, of course, but I don't think we belong together any more!" Ginger replied. "We haven't really been right for each other for some time. Maybe ther'll come a day we'll feel differently, but I don't think that'll be any time soon."
"Yep!" Taylor, his face reddening, said. "It's like it's always been--you say, 'we,' and you mean, 'you.' You always wanted to make the decisions about everything. You had to do this, you had to do that. I--"
"Good thing we met out here in separate cars," Ginger concluded, as she walked toward hers, and out of Taylor Baker's life forever.
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