He doesn’t understand why you two need to be together, make him understand.”I had a ting of familiarity about what mom said. “Confusion, anger, ...orrow, understanding. I had a dream about those exact four emotions not too long ago.”“A dream? How did the dream go? Did you figure out what to do?”“Yeah I did, but that was a life or death situation, the terms were a little different.”“Then this should be easier. You just have to convince one man to see things from your view.”“Mom we tried all this. She slowly pulled the plaster bandages out of their soaking tub, and stated to lay them on me, sealing me into a nearly impregnable cast, halting any attempt at movement what so ever, finalizing my journey to the grave, glad that I was at least the orchestrator of my own demise, and very happy that it was going to be one of the most enjoyable things that I would ever experience, and with any luck, the most enjoyable.Finally, she lowered me into the coffin, with some help from our group members,. His eyes looked out at the world from a vastly different perspective. Teenagers often miss the obvious. His pre-frontal cortex wasn’t finished growing, yet, and his capability to reason wasn’t fully developed. He reacted like many teens do when their dreams are crushed.He withdrew into a dark world, where anger and cynicism were the norm.That started when he got dressed. He didn’t even look at Mindy’s naked body as she moved around the room, doing the same thing. Then he left without a word.She. "Who else could do a better job?" asked Sandy. "There is no one innocent of bias or being some part of a good ole boy network. And who has been so hard assed to get justice done instead of taking the easy way and resorting to railroading?" After a pause, she responded to Sam's answer. "But Donald is awfully young. What are your peers going to think... ? Of course he's probably the best ... No one's better than you, Sam, not even Donald ... If you stayed a little while longer, maybe he would be.