In one day the woman and her daughter had fallen out of the upper class and were barely clinging to the middle. There would be no more private schools... no more designer clothes, and no more recreational drugs.Amy's mother, at my suggestion, would probably become a thousand-a-night "escort" in D.C. and Baltimore; she had no other talent, but in bed she was wonderful. I had enjoyed her many times as the family's lawyer.In came Amy, carefully dressed, her hair perfect of course, and her maturing. The rickety desks and the smell of burnt offerings in the canteen brought memories flooding back that were not wanted. At the front of the makeshift classroom stood a man in his fifties with the most irritating one tone voice he have ever heard. Dressed in black cargo pants and laced up para boots, the teacher must have been an army wannabe. With a pronounced limp on his right side, it was obvious he was never going to be more than a jumped up security guard.The room was full of kids from all. "But Jeremy you got in trouble before and maybe you can't open your ownpickle jar but I know you can do all those other things and more.You've handled all of the workers. You took care of that one piece oftrash, and you've been out shopping. Plus you went out dancing orwhatever. You can do anything," Lisa replied, "So was it good?"Jeremy blushed as he remembered how it felt to have Mark sucking on onenipple while playing with the lower pair. "I can't drive. I have totake a cab everywhere. I. “I don’t know what to do anymore,” I admitted.Kelly cross the room in a few steps and hugged me again.“You’re not lost, Paul. Your friends and family are nearby. Your kids are here. Let us all help carry a small part of your burden. Trust me, it’s the only way through this for you and Ali and Jer.”For the first time in weeks, I cried. For a heartbeat, I let myself believe I was not alone, and I hated myself for thinking it.“Daddy, can I ask you a question?” Ali said as she sat down beside me on.