"Her name is Danielle Elizabeth Erickson now." Angela replies."Ok, but she will always be my son Danny." Fred please, this is his punishment, remember...? This was your idea to begin with." Marge said."I remember, I haven't forgotten. But why three years old? I figured she would be 8 years old like Denise is not 3 years old." That was my idea, Fred." Angela said. "I didn't want to have to explain a 8-year-old daughter. I can explain a three year old a lot easier." Will she come to stay with us. Barnes' daughter was in on it too so it must be OK."It's just for a break, Jimmy. The lessons today are all nothing stuff. We have a great video and we have to take it back this afternoon. Come with us."The thirteen-year-old boy didn't think the video was that special? It was just an ecology thing that showed pictures of pollution and ways of improving the world but he sat in the Barnes's living room with the two girls and sipped a coke while they watched. And the girls kept looking at each. I walked into the living room to see Sara in a pair of black leggings and a "vintage" Sex Pistols t-shirt sitting on the couch looking pissed at the world. "Bad date?" I asked, taking a sip of my drink. "Fuck you!" she snapped. "Whoa, easy there, little girl." Fuck you! Fuck him! And fuck every guy in the world."It appeared her date did not go well. "I went to all the trouble of getting ready for a date and that asshole decides he would rather hang out at his friend's house," Sara ranted.. She followed in her car, blasting her music and enjoying the ride. To her annoyance, just as there were mountains and trees all around, she received another random text from Chad. This one read, “If you want your job, you better text me back.” She immediately deleted it, throwing her phone into the passenger seat. She turned her music up even louder, ensuring she wouldn’t potentially hear the vibration. A series of quick bright flashes caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. “It.