He seemed to cry the worse of all. Maggie pulled him to her for comfort.We got down the steps carefully, I was pleased to find that Jane had whipped u... a meal. We all sat down and I had to get up because Jane now needed some comforting. She cried as if I had died. I could understand this better because she had heard the details but the rest hadn't.The rest had to be urged to eat but they did. Some got up and took their plates to the sink but Jamie came back crying and fell to his knees beside. "Stay for supper. Earl will be back soon, and you can tell us both your long story at the same time." Uh, Carol, do you suppose you might have -- y'know -- a couple of outfits Margarita might borrow? Maybe some old jeans? A pullover shirt or something? Maybe some underwear?"Margarita wasn't picking up on too much of what was being said, but she seemed a little nervous at the looks she was getting from Carol. I explained to the girl a little of what I had said, in English, to Carol.Margarita. The fact that I still remember them vividly tothis day attest to this powerful effect. The first started about thetime I was 4 years old, just after the first time my mom painted mynails. It was also about 9 months after I was in the hospital to have mytonsils removed. I dreamt I was back in the hospital in a crib and itwas night. I could not sleep and climbed out of the crib and out intothe hall. The nurse at the station desk saw me and picked me up and putme back in the crib. I did this two. I was born and raised in a working class environment. I won't bore you with the details of my early life since it's not important to my story. My father was a drunk and my mother was a dutiful wife. I was the oldest in a family of three sons and four daughters. When I turned 16 I was told to quit school and get a job to help support the family. Well, I quit school but when I walked out the door to find a job I never returned.I drifted from odd job to odd job until I was 18. I then got a job.