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mother replied and threw the cigarette into her purse. "You know what? I'm going on a cruise or something to get away from my ungrateful children." She lifted her cell phone from her purse and checked it. "Where's your father anyway? He's supposed to be here by now. We're going to dinner."
    All of them remained silent not wanting to be the one to ask whether they were dating again. Thankfully Tina rescued them. "Tell us about this girl Max. Is she your girlfriend?" All right maybe not so much him.
    His mother lifted her eyes from the cell phone to hear his answer. If he admitted she was virtually a stranger, her feelings would be hurt. "Ah...yeah, of course. You don't think I'd ask just anyone to hang out with me for a week."
    Dean coughed and he shot him a n 'I'll kill you' look.
    Tina smiled. "Wow that's great. She must be pretty special. I can't wait to meet her at the briefing next week."
    "Briefing?"
    "Yes we have to meet with the doctors. They'll go over the whole procedure and explain to our caregivers how to take care of us after the operation. Don't you remember?"
    "Oh right." He had to tell Lisa about it. "Text me the time and date so I don't forget please." Tina was already typing into her cell phone as his buzzed.
    "Now , everyone please leave, I need to crash for a few." She told them her eyes eagerly scanning her iPad. She was addicted to social networks.
    "You better prep this Lisa girl for the inquisition she's going to face." Dean leaned back in the hospital elevator with a lazy smile. "If she's remotely interested in you, she's definitely going to bolt after meeting our crazy womenfolk."
    "Yeah. I would." Max laughed.
    "Did you see the hideous blouse she wore today?" Dean asked. "It matched your ugly wall."
    "Yeah I did. It looked better on her than on my wall though."
    "Dang." Dean whistled.
    "What?"
    "You really must like her."
    "Shut up."
    When they got to the garage exit a shadow flashed by and Max instinctively grabbed Dean and shoved his younger brother behind him. "Hey!" Dean protested and pushed Max aside. "What are you doing?"
    "Someone's by the Jeep." Max hissed.
    "You should be hiding behind me." Dean flexed his arms. "I weigh more than you and last time I checked I'm about two inches taller." A throat cleared and Dean jerked back, letting Max remain in front of him.
    "If he has a gun thanks to your rant, we're going to die. You're such a dork." Max elbowed his brother.
    "Boys," their father stepped out of the darkness. "Is your mother with you?" His eyes shifted nervously from them to the elevator.
    "Nah, we walked her to her car . She's on a level below." Dean replied. "Hi Dad."
    Max closed the distance between them. "Why were you hiding Dad?"
    "I need your help ," Matthew Collins said and took a deep breath before giving them a weak smile. "How about you boys help your old man out for a change?"
    "I think we're going to need a beer for this .” Max grumbled with a resigned breath. No early night for him.
    Once they arrived at Max's house the three of them ate a pizza and drank soda, not in the mood for alcohol after Dean pointed out that perhaps Max should not pollute the kidney Tina was going to get.
    Finally Matthew cleared his throat. "Help me break up with your mother."
    "Oh , hell no. I'm too good-looking to die." Dean held his hands up.
    "She's going to kill you." Max seconded.
    Matthew got up and paced back and forth. Max noticed his father's rumpled slacks and shirt and wondered just where he'd been prior to coming to the hospital. A woman's bed. "Are you messing around on Mom?"
    "No . Well, technically I'm not. I've been messing around on my girlfriend with your mom."
    " Ewww." The brothers said in unison. Dean jumped from the couch to the kitchen. "Since I'm not donating an organ, I can pollute mine."
    Max looked to his father and shook his head. "I'm not going to help. Dad, you got yourself into this mess. I think it's time for you and Mom to stop this crazy merry-go-round. From