- Don't you remember me? – I muttered through my teeth. “No.” And should? – he chuckled, continuing to look at me predatorily. Another slap landed on him. While he looked at me dumbfounded and bewildered, I broke free and ran away. Thank God, the yacht did not sail anywhere, but drifted near the shore. The salt of tears settled on my lips again. I cried the rest of the evening, talking to my future children: “Your father doesn’t even remember your mother.” He will never know that I gave birth. He'll never know. To hell with alimony.