Spangler," smiled Angela Burton, the seventeen year old high school senior who had baby-sat with Phillipe when he was younger. "But don't worry, every...hing will be fine." I'm sure it will be," smiled the mother as she and Glen opened the front door and stepped onto the front porch. Phillipe was in his room, still not talking to his parents since the discipline was administered."Good night. Have a good time," said Angela, closing the door. She turned to find Phillipe staring at her from the. "Well she certainly has matured into quite the awfully polite young lady,even if she's still quite the nervous wreck for a big occasion, like shewas for her recitals," smiled Betty, patting his back. "Come honey, Ionly live down two houses, and at my place I?ve got everything we need."Just like earlier he was led by a senior citizen out of his comfort zone,except this time instead of his grandmother, it would be by her neighbor.Once again a door closing behind him with no key for re-entry would. " How do you know?"Her inhale sucked the paper mask against her face, making it wrinkle and crinkle — not her face, the mask. Her exhale ballooned the mask out."Mom always tapes the broadcasts so she can rerun it Sunday afternoon and then wallow through her favorite parts during the week," she admitted wearily. "Yesterday, pretending to be a dutiful daughter, I watched with her during her usual Sunday matinee replay. Trust me, it was nauseating deja vu all over again, and I still wasn't sure. I’m a sucker for a dawg, ‘specially big dawgs. I don’t have much use for those little ankle bitin’ dawgs, which is how I came by Earth. Anyway, from my experience, don’t rightly know why, but Dodge owners are nothin’ but trouble capital T-R-U-B-E-L. Just my opinion, of course, mind you, and I’ve learned that my opinion, much like a bucket with a hole in the bottom with my hand over it, don’t hold much water for anyone else but me. I’m partial to Chevy’s and GMC trucks myself. Ford makes a damn.