The grief from losing Mom, Dad, and Kiara finally hit me fullforce and I laid my head on the breakroom table and cried, and cried,until I couldn't cry... any more.-----I don't want to talk about what came next. I don't remember it verywell. I stole food from office breakrooms, restaurants, and grocerystores for a few days until I stopped feeling hunger. I slept on thebed displays in furniture stores for a few nights until I stoppedneeding to sleep. I briefly spied on the girls in the locker. "Why not take some of mom's eggs, freeze them, then, if I do getmarried someday, maybe the doctors could implant them? That way ourfamily line would continue?" I can talk to your mother." He said, then, "When can I meet this boythat's just a friend?" I can call him," I said, "maybe later?" I hugged him back,then..."daddy?" Yes honey?" I love you." And I love you too," he said, "just be the kind woman you know you canbe and your mother insists you were meant to be." She said that?" I asked."She. In fact, maybe he’s even shining himself on, to the point that he actually believes what he’s saying and doing. He’s the one who’s wigged out, not me.That seems pretty hard to go for, though. The Internet can’t find anything at all about cults or groups that go back to caveman living, and I can’t imagine he could have done all the work on those spears and the bag and the clothes and everything completely alone. There had to be others helping him, real others and not just figments of his. Rocklin passed out the test papers to the students in his third period class, and gave out a little grin as he heard the groans from some of the students. This is an average class, he thought. Two get A's, four get B's, eight get C's, and the rest get D's—or F's.The bell rang, signaling the end of the class and the beginning of the lunch hour. There was a mad rush and scramble by the students, as they headed for the door.Mr. Rocklin went to his desk and sat. He noticed that one of the students.