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what he wants like he always says. My

mother passes by the checkout point and

casts me a warning glare.

Oh, Mother, dear, if only you knew.

She believes she has a hold on him, but

there are times I know she isn't that

naive. She just doesn't want to be alone

anymore. Rob gives her something to live

for. Women like my mother need that, an

anchor.