"For the next ten minutes or so he laid out the stated 'goals' of 'The Program'. It sounded like prerecorded, utopian BS to me and his delivery was no... what I would call enthusiastic. I also noticed a look creeping over his face that when combined with his body language, shouted out the intense shame he felt at having to mouth this psycho-babble horse crap. When he finally wound down, he introduced the new 'Program Councilor' Ms. Bennington.She trotted on over to the podium and after thanking. Being a single mom, I had about 3 hours before I had to get back home in time to pick up my daughter from school. Thinking ahead, I figured into my timeline the delay of increased traffic, and the expected wait in the check-out line at the store.I made good time getting to the shopping center; the tinted windows on my car allowed me to take out my frustrations at other drivers without fear of being seen. Finally arriving, I seemed to have the hardest time finding a parking space. Every space. You like it here at Meadow Lands; it is safe, comfortable, and familiar. "All your things fit in this apartment, and with a little help, you could live quite comfortably here. But, there is a problem with the financial standpoint. Let's face it, Melanie–may I call you Melanie?" he asked."Uh… I suppose," she said, allowing him to continue. She wanted to hear just what he was proposing."Thank you. As I was saying, Melanie, this is not the way you want to live, I am certain. No television, eating. This is exactly what I didn't want tonight. I only agreed to hang out because Nicholas told me I have to leave my room sometime, but he doesn't know how hard it is. He doesn't understand. He didn't lose a sister two months ago. He didn't watch his apartment burn and realize she was still inside. He doesn't have nightmares about how he should've run in to save her or call the cops sooner or something, anything."Marshmallow?" groans Nic. His arm is outstretched toward me with his sleeve dangling.