Your problems are not the only thing I have to worry about in my life. I will finish this article, send it out, and then we will discuss your paper.�... Burnside typed for another hour. Wendy did not know what to do. Should she get up, return to her room, and wait for Burnside to finish? Should she stay there, kneeling until Burnside was ready to talk? Wendy decided not to move. Her legs began to cramp from kneeling, but she was afraid to get up without being directed. What un-nerved Wendy the. I had no idea that she was having this problem. I almost felt guilty for not asking but in all fairness…how was I suppose to know. So I just did the bestfriend job and held her. I didn’t have a response. But I was furious! How dare someone do that to her? That night I decided to make it up to her. I was waiting for her with a hot fudge Sunday and her favorite movie. I was just sitting on my couch anxiously awaiting her arrival from gymnastics practice. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Who. ” “Am I that obvious?” I said with a smile. She giggled a little. “I saw you watching me, you know. I think that was when I figured out you felt like my grandpa.” “I felt like him?” “Inside, you know? You make me feel special, like I can be whatever and say whatever, and you won’t think badly of me.” “That’s the only way I can be,” I said. “I can’t expect you to put on a front for me, and I wouldn’t want you to. Honesty means more to me than anything, and I’ll give you the same thing in return.. About not calling you. There were some problems."What sort of problems? I wondered, knowing that they couldn't possibly be any worse than I had imagined. But it was better not to ask. I figured when she was ready, she'd tell me."I really missed you Jenny, and worried about what happened."There was an uncomfortable feeling in the air, like I was getting too close to what was going on with her. Her face was telling me. And one and one were beginning to make two.I struggled to get the words out..