Now he explodes. "GOD DAMN IT MOM . . ." He sucks in his breath making a great effort to get his anger under control before speaking again. "You are my mother . . . not her. Stop playing games OK."

"What games do you speak of hon?" she asks innocently.

"You damn well know what I am speaking of. Can't we go inside first though?" He stamps his feet on the ground as he stands there shivering in his jeans and dress shirt. "Jesus, I am cold."

"First tell me what games?"

"OK fine. Ever since you got here last summer you have made it a point . ....