I wondered what color she was wearing. Were they yellow or red to match the colors on her dress, or simply plain white? We stopped for a longer respit... to pick a new piece to play, each of us providing one hand to hold the books, as if our other one, idle through the music, wasn't useful for any task. They remained where they were, each loosely gripping a thigh. As we talked about one candidate piece, Mom's idle hand suddenly became less placid, her fingers idly scratching the inside of my. "We have too much money and time and we have spent ourselves silly on all of the usual entertainments. They have become banal. We have become bored. We need you peasants to be our playthings and provide us with amusing decadence."She leaned forward until her face was about a foot from mine. My nerves quaked."Brad and his kind may seem to have wealth but their cars and clothes and money are just our rejects. Don't you see, what we have already consumed and tossed aside as refuse, your people. Then, at least I'll know that somebody else knows what they did to me.Who's "they"? The Government... that's who. It ain't right what they did, but I can't do anything about it now. But somebody should know.See, it all started when my wife ran off with her fucking hairdresser, and I had to take care of my three kids all by myself. You got kids? Yeah? Well I got a son and two daughters. My boy's eighteen now, his name is... well, I'll just call him Bobby, OK? And then there's... Jill... yeah. After the marriage she wasn't happy and she had attitude changes over us.a week before our Annual day i went to meet her to get a permission letter signed to take practice for the Drama . She signed it and said that she wasn't feeling well so i asked why Miss ? She replied that her head is paining alot and she wanted to get tablets which is in her bag which was inside her locker she gave me the key and told me to get it , i went to the staffs locker room and opened her locker and took her bag.