And then the screen goes blank. Just goes blank. I look up and there’s Beth, standing there with the power cord. She unplugged the computer! Oh, man... I had a freaking record, and she unplugged the computer. Anything else and I could have saved or something. But she has to unplug the darned thing.’ ‘How did that make you feel, Mr. Troutman?’ Ben had to get a little clarification and he knew it. How a guy felt at the exact moment would be important at the trial. ‘How do you think I felt? I was. Bobby went and picked up the guitar and brought it back to the couch. He played a few chords on the long forgotten instrument and the out of tune notes rang in the air. After patiently tuning the guitar, Bobby strummed a few notes that showed he could play. “Cool” Yvette and Peter said in unison, “play us something”. Bobby smiled with reserve and was thinking about what to play, he was very shy but he loved playing the guitar. He didn’t have a lot of friends, music and the guitar were his main. After I arrived home I waited for what seemed like hours for mom to come threw the door. After about 2 hours I got frustrated and went back to the Shawn’s house. There were no cars to be seen and so I went home. That night my mother comes walking through the front door as clean as a whistle and as if nothing ever happened. I figured she would be sweaty or something but you couldn’t even tell she that she had been unfaithful to my step-father just hours before. She came up to me and gave me a. The kids finished their reenactment, and we were led up a hill to a house. It looked like an old southern plantation house. We were split into three groups to go to different areas of the plantation. We went into the house and looked around for a bit before we filed out and went into the Cook’s quarters. It was dimly lit and very cramped with such a big group of us. I was against the wall in the back while all the kids as well as Jen were in front of me. The “cook” asked everyone to step back.