I don't hate you, Sam. I feel sorry for you. You came into my life hoping to be a part of my family, and all you're leaving with is a client list, some mixing bowls and my name. Well, you will soon see, that's not enough. You'll always have a hole in your heart because you don't really care about anybody. And I have a horrible feeling that no one will ever really care about you. Now, would you please be a dear and close the door on your way out of my life?













