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Chris�s face stung where Joey had slapped him. He reached up to touch his throbbing cheek, and flinched with his own touch. The slight pressure he had applied made his face hurt more and he glared at Joey as he stood by the door, waiting for a reaction, a response, something. He would not give him the pleasure of a word.

�Well?� Joey asked, his voice thick with anger.

�Nothing,� Chris said. There was nothing he wanted to say.

Joey had a frown line between his eyebrows and it made an appearance then. Chris smiled inwardly; he could not possibly make Joey even angrier.

�I�ll go now, then.� Joey gathered up his car keys and a small suitcase, threw a quick glance over his shoulder at Chris, and stepped out onto the porch and out of his life forever.