I was tired of listening to my father lie to these people, trying to make us seem like we were just poor a few weeks back. I knew that this job was im...ortant to him, but my father was becoming a liar and I was losing all respect I had once had for him. Just because you are sitting at a high class table, with only the best of the best surrounding you, doesn’t make you royalty. Just because you have on a black tie and a suit, doesn’t make you someone special. We were not special and we did not. ”“Zeta isn’t the last?” Betty asked.“I’ll show you one of my text books later, but no, it isn’t. That would be omega.”“Wait, you’re suggesting we were each named in some specific order? What kind of freak does that?”“De same one who tattoos de wrists of babies,” Eli reflected, breaking into his accent again.Delilah slapped her forehead, realizing the connection. “The group homes, of course!” When everyone else stared at her, she explained. “If a baby is brought to a shelter, and no one knows. While I munched my toast and drank my tea Helen sat on the edge of my bed and said that she was glad to have me to herself as she wanted to thank me for befriending Paul and said I’d helped him a lot in trying to cope with his father’s death. Somewhat wryly she said “I wish someone could help me so easily”. I asked her what she means and she explained that as a young widow her social life had all but disappeared. She was no longer asked to dinner parties or if she was she would be paired up. We are sorry. Please don't get mad. We are just experimenting. It's no big deal." Rod tried to explain."Not a big deal! I mean wha- Ugh..I know, Im not mad..I'm just surprised, thats all. I did not know you guys are gay" "Mom, we are not gay. We are Bi." Rod said.Rod's Mother sighed and looked down at our soaking wet bodies. Both still with hard-ons."Just go back upstairs and finish what you started. We will talk about this whole thing later." We are sorry, Mom." Rod said.We both turned around.