Since Jennie had come back into my life, she had impressed me as a solid, dependable woman who worked hard to make a life for her daughter. She often ...poke of the past where she had made such a mess of our lives before she finally left. She told me some of the story, the wild parties, living on the street, the drugs and the sex. She told me almost as if it had happened to someone else, but she never made any excuses and she apologized to me for the things she did to Al and I. Stealing money,. “Okay,” she said, writing something on the back of a business card, and sliding it across the table to me. “I just need your signature on the papers I filled out earlier, and you can go.”I signed the papers without reading them, and I didn’t really listen as she explained what they were. I was still trying to get my head around our conversation.“Your next appointment is at seven o’clock sharp tonight, at the address on that card. Don’t be late.”I looked down at it. It was an official probation. If it helps,do it in the third person as if you are describing someone else." Well, Ken is..." No no no NO!" Stacy interrupted. "Does Ken wear a dress? Do you thinkI would be having dinner here with Ken? Please refer to yourself only infeminine names and pronouns for the rest of the night, OK, for me?" Well I am really nervous and afraid, but Kim is... Well she feelsgreat! She is a little dazed by the whole experience, and can'tcomprehend how she wound up in this place looking as she. ”“Filene”, one of the ladies asked, “Our place is a good half hour drive from here. How can you say they are doing that now?”“Abby, there are many things about tonight that will not make sense to you. Don’t worry about it. Please, just be happy you are now able to live your life for you, rather than live your life for a pimp.”“I have arranged for a church bus to take all of you to an all-night restaurant. Don’t worry that it’s a church bus. I know that some of you have had bad experiences.