Matt and Mary stopped at a fast food outlet and got some take-out food, then they headed for the Forrester house.
"You know," Mary said as they walked through the door into the kitchen, "Rick's going to have to be told about us sometime."
Matt put the bags of food down on the table. "I guess so," he said. "But..."
"I'm going to have to be told what?" Rick said, walking into the kitchen from the living room.
Matt and Mary turned, startled, and gaped at him. Neither of them expected him to be home, and they hadn't looked in the garage to see if his car was there. They looked at each other and saw the panic that was clear in both their faces. All of a sudden, they were being forced to confront the thing they were most frightened about.
"Ah..." Mary stammered. She wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say.
Rick walked to the refrigerator, got out a soda, opened it, and turned to face them. "I think I know what you guys are talking about," he said. "I already know all about it."
"You...you do?" Matt stammered. "How...?"
"Oh, Rick," Mary said. She felt tears well up in her eyes. "I'm sorry, I-I should have told you earlier, I-I wanted to, but..." She looked at her son, puzzled that he didn't seem angry. "How...when did you find out?"
"I found out the other night, when I came back from my trip to State U.," Rick said. He walked over, sat down at the table, took a hamburger out of one of the bags, unwrapped it, and took a bite.
Matt and Mary stood there, wide-eyed, staring at him. How could he be so calm about all this? Both of them expected him to be at least a little upset, but he was acting like their affair was no big deal.
Rick swallowed his hamburger, drank some soda, and looked at them. "When I stopped at Dad's place, I saw them," he said.
"Them?" Mary said. She looked at Matt, then back to Rick. "Who? Who did you see, honey?"
"Miss Conklin and Lisa Dutille, with Dad," he said.
"Wait a minute..." Mary said, trying desperately to understand what her son was talking about "...are you saying you saw your father with...with two..." The reality of what her son had just said shook Mary.
Rick nodded. "You got it," he replied. He took a box of French Fries out of a bag and ate one. "Dad was with Miss Conklin and Lisa Dutille. It looked to me like they were having some kind of orgy." He grinned at Matt. "I guess Miss Conklin's not a Lesbian, huh, Den?"
"I-I..." Matt stammered.
"Oh, no..." Mary said. She stood up, walked to the kitchen window, and looked out. She felt a flash of anger when she first heard what Tom had been up to, but that passed quickly and was replaced by concern for her son. "Are you all right, Rick?"
Rick got up, walked over to where she stood, and hugged her. "I'm fine," he said. "Hey, you and Dad are divorced, right? Why shouldn't he be able to screw around with other women if he wants to?"
"I...I guess you're right," Mary said. Then something dawned on her. "Did...did that talk we had the other night have anything to do with what you saw at your father's place?"