That's why she felt so free to say what she said when I heard the conversation that sealed her fate, our fate. My future with Kat had been stolen, giv...n away by my woman. My woman ... Ha! I guess we won't be taking the trip I had been planning for us. I have grown rich over the years. My job pays well. I had stashed millions in over seas accounts she knew nothing about. I loved her, but I had been taught to never completely trust anyone, especially a woman.When I arrived at home a few days ago,. "It's time to calm down, Frank," Brian warned. "I'm just trying to help you here." Go help someone else," Frank retorted."I would, but I think I'm better with solving father-son dilemmas," Brian said thoughtfully.Frank raised an eyebrow. "If this is an example of your credentials, it's not that impressive." Frank," Sam warned, as if to say don't antagonize the guy holding the gun."You stay out of this, Daddy," Brian growled, glaring at Sam. But his warning only escalated the situation when Sam. Slipping my too short pajama top over my head. I was really wanting to get high, so I checked outside to see if I could sneak a few hits without the neighbor catching me. I didn't see any lights so I lit up the joint and inhaled deeply. Just a few tokes was still all it took to work its magic on my tiny body and mind, and I had a really nice buzz when I saw the light come on in Larry's office. I could see his shadow moving around the room, and I just sat in the dark and watched him, the music. I just really didn’t want Em or Francie or Pey or, especially, my parents to stumble on it and read my innermost thoughts—even the slightly censored version.Ms. Levy was another thing. She’d suggested I keep this journal. It was different than the literary response journal that we had to keep with us at all times! She periodically gave us assignments of what we were to write in that composition book. She had some very specific requirements for it. It was to be wide-ruled, 100 sheets 7.5x9.75.