I really want to be. I really want to have a real family. I want to like him.’ ‘I think you will.’ I squeezed her hand. ‘He seems like a reall... nice guy.’ The doors opened and I led her down the hall to his door. ‘Here we are.’ I pointed out. She reached out and touched the door. ‘My grampa is on the other side of this door.’ ‘And he won’t know you’re here unless you knock.’ She looked back at me uncertainly. I smiled in what I hoped she would perceive to be an encouraging way. Tentatively,. . I'll take the case."We spent a year at the State Law Library looking up case law and responsibilities. The company was nation wide and their lawyers tried every trick and ploy to delay, extend and dismiss.Men were caught trying to destroy the evidence.It took five years and a newly appointed District Judge before the company ran out of delays.Finally, the District Court Judge had had it. In 1955 the case came to trial. A jury trial ... a local jury. The chemical company lost. The jury awarded. I loved my dad. Unfortunately, after a couple of days I was afraid to go to sleep by myself.At seemingly the same time, my father started to encourage me sleeping in my room again. He was never mean - never laid a finger on me - but ultimately through his drinking at night, I got scared enough for his health that I couldn't sleep with him anymore.One night I knocked on my Raju's door. My life was about to change forever. My brother opened up bare-chested, with a pair of shorts on. I told him I. He closed his eyes and waited.Less than a minute later, he was jarred out of his reverie. Not by his girlfriend's voice, but by the snarling, gravelly bark of a male voice. "Pervert! What the fuck are you doing here?"Startled, he scrambled to cover himself as much as he could. The man, short, muscular, with dark, close cropped hair and a blue uniform with patches that read "Security Officer." The man was holding the stick with Allen's clothes on it."I'm meeting my girlfriend here. I'm not a.