I’ve escaped from the clutches of my evil family. Black American families in general are a model of dysfunction but mine was absolutely the worst. Y...u think you’ve got it, wait till you meet my relatives. When the last of them dies and goes to Hell, I think Satan is going to be out of a job. Seriously. Meet my favorite band of psychopaths. My biological father Franklin Shay is the prototypical womanizing corporate attorney. You can’t count on him for anything. Ever since he divorced dear old. I rushed back home and a while later the door bell rang. Anita went to answer it and a well dressed black man came in and he introduced himself to me.The good Doctor told me he was sorry to know about my wife’s affliction but it was pretty common in women her age…I told him I was glad that he could help my wife out; I knew it was a little bit frustrating for her. He added it was just an experimental procedure and he was hoping if I saw how it took place it might help my stress problem as well.. A quick mental calculation told me that the raise in January would go a long way toward helping me pay my legal bill. I was well paid to begin with, but the extra would give me some breathing room I didn't expect to have. On top of that, I could sell my car and realize a few hundred dollars from that. Yes, things were going to be a little easier than I anticipated.True to his word, Frank announced my new position at the staff Christmas party. I was surprised at the number of people who. All at once, the tree released and I stood there holding it up.He scooted out from under the tree and stood up. “Okay, now to tie her down so we can carry her.” He turned and waved someone over.I looked back over my shoulder. A young woman dressed similarly to the old man tossed him one end of a rope. The two of them worked the rope around the tree a few times, raising the limbs up and tying them in place. By the time they were finished, I had an upper section of the tree resting on my.