"I'll fix it for you. You don't have to cry," said the tall man with the deep, Barry White kind of voice. But Audrey Roberts wasn't just crying about her flat tire. Her tears were for things that cou
"Does it have a name?" Vivian asked Walter. What would be the proper question to ask her husband of nearly twenty years, when he brings home his illegitimate baby as casually as a bag of groceries? Al
