He hoped Wendy might keep him in line, but she told Cal that she was not his mommy. Also, Cal did not like to be pinned down to just one girl.
Also, he had started a pretty bad fire in Wendy’s tool shed. She had made it into a little office where she could write poems. When Cal’s lab blast destroyed all of her verse and also sucked all the air from the windowless shed and choked her old cat, poor Syd, to death, that was the end of their true love. When Walace, her hero, took Cal in, she was a little surprised. But just a little. “Frankly, it explains a lot,” she had said, oddly, to Walace when he came to pick up Cal in his dented Maserati.
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