I could barely eat, and nothing had any flavor. I became thinner and weaker. My blood stopped coming. The wise-woman came to ask how I was doing, but ... screamed at her and she went away. All winter, when there is little to do and everyone goes hungry, I lay on the pallet by the fire in my parents’ hut. With the coming of spring and the new lambs, my strength began to return. I felt more like a woman again and not a cold grey lump of clay. I could smell the young grass. One day I got up and. I knew it was imperative for Debbie to realize how damaging the drinking was to her life. Debbie was scheduled to come in for a 3:30 appointment and was already 15 minutes late. I picked up her file again, and read between the lines about the broken family, constant moving around, the older brother trying to abuse her sexually. All these facts were very common characteristics, which pointed out how dangerous a situation the young sensuous woman was in. Debbie lived with her mom, who I had the. She was forever primping and posing with this look and that look unable to find a single flaw. Her doting parents were much pleased with their handsome daughter with her natural curls and her budding bosom. At the beginning of this month she had passed her 18th birthday with a party celebrated with much gusto and the eating of a beautiful cake that was covered with the whitest icing ever seen in the entire district.Her bath was always drawn by Mistress Sophia an attractive widow with a fine. She wore the pearl necklace Tina and I had bought her for Christmas.I could never figure out why my father left such a beautiful intelligent woman as my mother. She could be a model with her large blue eyes and dazzling million-dollar smile. After Dad left us, Mom went out and got a job at an insurance company in the mail room. She was now in an executive position. Tina and I were proud of her. Dad the dumb ass that he is, fucked around with a bimbo named Candy. The bitch could barely spell her.