It is a whole other level to hear your parents voice them also. Charley had thought he had made some progress. Seventh and eighth grade had been hell... The natural cruelty of kids was compounded by his parents attempts to involve him in athletic and group activities where is physical and social shortcomings were only more highlighted. Finally, either from listening to his pleading or just tired of being disappointed in him they allowed him to quit those activities. His freshman year in high. He couldn't shake the butterflies from his belly, performing his jazznumber as he watched all the others to make sure he was doing what heshould. It was strange feeling the bluntness of his cut swirl when theyspun, or impossible not to watch all the tassels spin in sync with theirhair. It felt like a never ending process even when the song ended asthey only took a short break before he was quickly into a metallic andcobalt outfit for hip hop and then finally his costume for tap."You're doing. " What's that? Garth asked."I need to go by my apartment and pick up my car and a few personal items. I'm guessing Marks has someone watching the place. I need you to cover my back while I get in and out."Garth was in his element. "Are you kidding? I'd take a comp day to do that." He thought for a minute. "As a matter of fact I will. I've been thinking about checking out some real estate out in Western Maryland. I can help you this morning and then do that too."So it was agreed, but before we. I said send me the bill and I'd pay him off. He backed down and then tried to have me leave the kids out of the plan, but again I said no. The only concession I made was to move the take-down from eleven p.m. back to nine-thirty.Linda was more attentive to me during the week, but I avoided her as much as possible. Disease--I worried about that. Could she have caught something from her lover, and what about Saturday night? How much was I putting her at risk by not preventing her from keeping her.