..Your child needs a doctor...There’s no time to lose...”(They fight over the letter)FANTINE (Miss Jennifer Guthrie)Give that letter to meThat is ...none of your businessWith a husband at homeAnd a bit on the sideIs there anyone hereWho can swear before GodShe has nothing to fear,She has nothing to hide(The two of them very carefully physically clashed over the letter)VALJEANWill someone tear these two apartWhat is this fighting all about?This is a factory, not a circus!Now, come on ladies, settle. After a fairly long journey, both women were glad to be able to enjoy having a meal cooked for them. For Liz and Becky, of course, it was normal. Becky placed herself on my left, and Sara did likewise on my right. We were a little crushed together round the small table.Suddenly Sara clutched my arm.“Oh! Feel it! Feel the baby moving!” She took my hand and placed it on her swollen belly. I really couldn’t feel anything moving inside, and told her so. Her response was to lift the hem of her. .. drugs. Prostitution. Auto theft." Sigh. "Gee! I'm sooo proud. And the school knows..." Put another coat on the pink monkey..." Talk about. "Another sigh... "So that gives a whole new set of handles for them to toss at me. "Yer mamma's in jail" isn't exactly what gets you invited to the good parties. Anyway, so when they sentenced Mom, I moved in with Aunt Jenny. And that's a whole different set of laughs." Ooooo-kayyy," I said. I determined that this was my time to just keep my mouth shut. We were needed and we needed to be doing something. That is how we dealt with the unbearable. We stepped into a dream. You might have expected chaos and fear, people hysterical. You found a grim, quiet determination. A small army of us, armed with fluorescent orange crash vests and American flag stickers descended upon the terminals, trying so hard to look in control of a situation we still had not begun to comprehend. We were to provide comfort and guidance, reassurance to the people there..