I would give you that to make it worth your while," he said."How much?" I asked curiously."At the last count it was worth $750K," he said."Right let m...e get this straight," I said trying to clear my head, "so for $750K you want me to come back here and live as your sister Ruthy complete with Sam?s breast implants?"I thought about that money. It could fund a huge gambling spree back in the city and I?d have the money to get the implants removed and to get on with my life again."Yes," he said,. I figured that she was exhausted, both mentally and physically. Tired as I was, I held her and then picked her up and slowly carried her into her house. "Which bed is yours?" I asked. She pointed and I laid her down gently and told her to rest, as I covered her with her blanket."Does your father keep any alcohol like whiskey?"She nodded."Where?" In the cupboard by the window." she sniffed.I opened the jug and sniffed, my guess was that it was pure grain alcohol. I just poured a small amount. "You recognized the name. Michelle Green was on one of the businesscards in your wallet. She was apparently your social worker."What? Everything was fine yesterday." That's not what she said. She said your supervisor called her andtold her you were daydreaming. That you had to be told over and overwhere to be and what to do. You couldn't keep focused." That's not true!" So she is lying to me?" It's just that." You couldn't tell your mother that you really aren'tthe Jordan Baird who is. "Could you please just give me a little space?" She refused to budge. She even tried to move my legs over."Okay, Dahlia, you can have the chair. I'll take the sofa," I said. She immediately turned and jumped on the sofa, smiling at me. I didn't move."That's what I have to deal with every time we're around each other," I said.I noticed the doctor writing things down."Mr. Matthews, why don't you start," said the old woman. "This is an unusual case. I'd like to have the two of you just tell me.