Everything had been perfect with Emma. She had snuck around with Scott, Jean had pretended she didn’t know what they were doing, and when Scott retu...rned to her filled with guilt she had been more than happy to allow him to use her any way he wished.And then Emma had allowed Jean to catch her and Scott in bed.Jean had tried to figure out some way to pretend like she didn’t know what they were doing (‘Oh, you two slipped and your clothing fell off! That happens!’). But she couldn’t and everything. To-my-self.“Debatable.” To-my-self.“Thank you, Cully. Now, I’d better scoot back in there. He may wonder what became of me. I put his buns to work, by Godfrey Cambridge. He’s so happy, Cully. Oh, and he’s put some money in the house money can (empty coffee can where we put a few dollars to cover light expenses). He insists on pulling his weight. Isn’t that sweet?”“[By Godfrey Cambridge]? What the...” To-my-self.Though the (money) perked me up considerably and at once, I was going to inquire as. "Do we have to do this?" Not a good sign from someone who normally enjoys school, who thinks homework was just another challenging game. If my princess wasn't ready for today, what chance did I have?"Yeah, unfortunately, we do, but look at the bright side—the year is half over." So you're saying the cup being half-full is better than completely full ... Nope, doesn't help," she sighed."The only bright thing about it is Thursday is auditions for The Music Man." And I suppose you're going to find. Later in life, I've come to believe that she didn't leave me. She let me go.Anyway, here I am. An infant boy born prematurely and addicted to crack. The odds were stacked against me. But fate dealt me an ace. A maternity nurse I would come to call Mom. She was older and was unable to have c***dren of her own. Thanks to her, I made it through. Eventually, she would get custody of me. She would tell me, "We had answered each others prayers." God works in mysterious ways they say. Tragedy often.