The mortgage payments were strapping them, there were the costs of raising five and seven year old daughters, other bills were piling up and then ther... were Lynetteʼs rehab bills. Don had found a couple of menial jobs which really werenʼt enough to keep their heads above water while, after round upon round of arguments, Lynette had quit rehab at the clinic. The only way her husband would agree was that Lynette had promised to work out at home, not as good perhaps as the workouts at the clinic. It was all in the day's work, there is always more than one way to skin a cat and all that. He would try with another girl, claim that he had gotten bored with Lisa's perfect obedience, that he wanted some more challenge. He tried hard to hide his nervousness as he handed Lisa over to one of the trainers. The woman had obviously noticed the broken strap, and he volunteeered that it looked like Lisa had difficulty recovering her wind after a bit of galloping and he had been worried enough about. My antagonistic neighbor had been kind of a junk dealer and his lot was pretty well saturated with old piles of scrap lumber and metal that he would sell some of periodically to raise money. He continually added to it or sold off from it.In the spring of the second year that Art's daughter and husband were living there, 4 years after I'd built my storm shelter, I was sitting out in the lovely evening and heard my neighbors fighting. I could hear breaking glass and banging like pans being. Tall, slender, blond over blue, commanding dimpled, I have never seen a man wear a suit so well. He loved my mother unconditionally. I think he loved me the same."He crinkled when he smiled, shook when he laughed, and cried when it was needed. I never, never questioned his decisions and it always was for the best."When the world was against me and the bullies in pick upon mode, he defended me. When a teacher was wrong and I knew it ... he proved it. If a beerbellied idiot tried to stand up for.