.. problem at work."Dad looked thoughtful. "You know, he probably could. That's a good thought." What problem?" I asked curiously.Dad gave a little gr...mace of distaste. "I haven't been promoted in two years, and have barely received raises to keep up with inflation." Why?" I asked."For a while I thought it was just bad luck. But I've changed my mind. The truth is, my boss doesn't like me. He doesn't want me to be promoted. I've found out that he's actually moved behind the scenes to keep me. Warren looked up as they headed toward the boy's room and saw something he didn't like. "Whoa, whoa, guys! Benny, come over here!"With his head down, the boy walked over and stood next to the wheelchair averting his face. Warren reached up and took the boy's chin and turned his face toward him. The kid had a big bruise on the side of his face and a laceration over is eyebrow."Benny, what in the hell happened to you? Have you been in a fight?"The boy looked scared. "Um, I can't really talk about. We had shared this bed for as long I could remember, especially when I was scared or upset, he would crawl into bed with me wrap his arms around me and tell me everything would be OK. I lay down on the bed next to him, his strong arms enveloped my tiny 5'5 frame.He placed his chin on my head, “Now tell me whats wrong?”“No one likes me,” I started to cry and tell him how no one would talk to me because they were scared of him.“Cousin, I'm so sorry. I never meant for that to happen.”I started to. .she was a five and so therefore I was a seven, and that she had bought them specially for me to wear when I visited her. She said she would keep them in her special drawer for me, along with all the clothing she bought for me ove rthe next few years. Later on, I would often be allowed to take stuff home with me to wear in bed !so she helped me put the shoes on as I sat and admired them in the mirror.....and they looked just perfect to me, the sheen of the patent fabric shining in the mirror.