I hated it…hated everything that it reminded me of…hated feeling like a worthless piece of shit every time someone looked down their nose at me…... I was contemplating getting out of the business. Maybe I could sell it. Surely someone would be willing to buy it. Or maybe sell it piece by piece. The equipment was all in pretty good shape. Or I could just abandon it and let someone else deal with cleaning it up. I brought it up that night…we were shut down for the day, and I gathered all of the. Beth, would you go to the dance withme?" He said."YES!" Beth cried. "Oh, you're gonna mess up my makeup." She sniffled.Heather was walking out to the limo. Bobbie and Tim met up with her."Heather?" Bobbie began. "What just happened?"Heather smiled her evil smile. "Remember that party we played?" Of course." Bobbie and Tim both said, their different experiencescausing vivid memories."That guy," Bobbie said. "But he's in college. How..." He graduated last year, he's 18. I got the paperwork in. She was going to Northwestern. She filled out scholarship forms, applied for grants, and tried to get every dime of funding she could. Every application was DENIED! Even with student loans, she wouldn’t be able to afford tuition, never mind room, and board.Her parents made decent money with their construction business and had a nice nest egg. They agreed to pay her tuition, room, and board. They paid the first two months fees, for classes and housing. Mandy still needed to earn pocket money. I’ve been programming since I was fourteen. My school got some Apple ][s and TRS-80s. I actually ran a computer dating service for the school as a fund raiser and then got hired by my friend’s grandfather to write some programs. That turned into a company that I sold last year. All of that helped pay for school and the house. I’ve been doing consulting for various companies in Chicago, too.”“Can Steve teach me computers? He told Mom he could.”Jackie arched an eyebrow but didn’t say.