I am thinking that she is afraid of the children. I went to the kitchen and she was cooking something. I went near her and put my hands on her ass. sh... shivered suddenly and turned around. Asked don’t do this to me. This is not good and this will ruin our family.I told her that I will come tomorrow morning after children go to school. We will talk then she didn’t say anything.Then the next day morning by 11 I reached her home and went inside searching for her. I found her cutting fish outside. We got real Oreos, real cereal, real chips, real toys. This was a time before cellphones, but my brother and I were really happy with our Walkmans and cassette tape collection. We were happy in general—until we weren’t.The garage blew up. Dad and Janet were in it. Thankfully, Sophie and Danny had been at daycare and Ashley at school. Pete had been at work, and I’d been fucking around with my friends downtown, smoking cigarettes and shopping for the highest, tightest jeans I could find. Boys had. He was actually making her feel better. And her crying stopped.“But this is not the proper way,” she said. His hand continued to rub her back and shoulder. She grabbed his hand with hers and pulled it around her as she turned to face him. “As for you ... that’s okay as well.”Steve dropped his head and could not look her in the face. She kept her hand on his and used her other hand to lift his chin up. She looked him in the eyes.“It’s okay,” she told him. “It’s normal. You know Freud?? He’s not. Something she called ‘treat and street’.”“It’s a fact of life in the ER. We’ve talked about the limited resources that are available and how we struggle to ration them properly. I suspect I know the case you’re talking about specifically - the woman who had the fatal MI. It happens. Sometimes we also have to make decisions about who to help. Take organ transplants. How do you decide who gets to live and who gets to die when there aren’t enough organs available, and there never are?”“Triage in.