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quickly out through the large entrance doors.
    Lynn and the children stared open mouthed, as Dan dabbed at his dripping face and eyes with a napkin. The tall waiter, who just didn’t want to get involved in this, fidgeted nervously with his bowtie, and tried to ignore them, pretending he had seen nothing.
    He had thrown a drunken abusive man out only last week. But this- this was something different, much different.
    â€œGoddamn crazy woman,” Dan moaned, as some of the other customers stared around open mouthed at him.
    â€œOh God?” Lynn whispered, confused, as she stared at her shocked children, who in turn stared at their father.
    â€œYeah, crazy as a fuc…”
    â€œWhat the hell is going on with you Dan? Huh?” Lynn interrupted.
    â€œWhy it’s obvious, the woman’s a psycho, what the hell else can I say? I mean, you’re my wife. I don’t even know the woman. Never met her befo … “
    â€œNever met her before?” Lynn whispered, puzzled.
    â€œNo, like I said, I don’t know who the hell she is, crazy bitch thoug … “
    â€œOh dad,” Tom stated, and lowered his head, as he interrupted him.
    â€œWhat’s wrong with you people? You heard her, Bea-Beatrice, she called herself,” Dan stuttered, wondering why they were looking at him in this strange and funny way.
    â€œWho’s Beatrice?” Grace asked, calmly.
    â€œI don’t know, that woman, that nutcase who is claiming to be my wife.”
    â€œYou’re wife?” Lynn said, now even more confused.
    â€œLook at what the crazy bitch did to me,” Dan moaned, as he rubbed hard at his purple stained shirt collar.
    â€œDan,” Lynn whispered. “You threw the wine over yourself!”
    â€œHuh? What are you talking about?” Dan asked, confused, and now almost frightened at his wife’s disclosure.
    â€œDan, there was just no one there!”
    â€œHave you all gone crazy? What’re you talking about? You seen her,” Dan barked.
    â€œOh God,” Dan muttered. “I just remembered. I know her; she’s the woman from my dreams. She’s the woman who has been coming to me at night!”
    â€œThere was no woman Dan,” Lynn stated loudly.
    Lynn leaned across and held his face gently as tears rolled down her cheeks. She looked sadly into his eyes. “Honey, there was no one,” she whispered.
    Dan stared across to his children, as a little bead of sweat ran down his forehead.
    Tom and Grace nodded in agreement with their mother, and Dan noticed the tears that were also running down his daughter’s face. He then glanced at Tom, who looked as though someone had just stolen his X Box and complete set of War Zone video games.
    Dan buried his head in his hands and wept. Now he knew he was seriously ill.
    He had seen this illness in his loved one’s eyes.
    *  *  *  *  *
    As they left the restaurant, the flustered head waiter almost stumbled over a barstool, as he backed away from this obviously mentally ill guy, who just two minutes earlier had been having a full blooded argument with no one, before throwing his drink around himself. Dan stared angrily at him and he moved quickly away.
    This guy, Dan felt, had thought of him as some kind of freak, and he grew even more embarrassed about the situation.
    The drive back to the house was made in silence, because now they all knew that this father and husband would need to seek much better professional help. Much better help than Doctor Brooks and the hospital could give him.
    Lynn would make sure he received the best treatment money could buy though. And if this meant selling the house that they all loved, then that was just what they would have to do.
    Dan had never had a day’s illness since his appendices thing. And even when he was heavily into the boxing and his eye was severely cut during the Martinez bout, when Martinez head butted him in the