Session.Before we started, I had to weigh in. I was shocked to see I was down to127. All my positive thoughts went flying out of my head and once agai...I felt like I was going to cry. I had a panic attack thinking the canceris still attacking me. I knew that was not good.I breathed deeply and slowly concentrating on the fact Dr. Turnbul wassure I was cancer free. Probably my body just hasn't adjusted to thingsyet. I had to concentrate on good thoughts. I had to show these people Iam mentally and. Maybe not, because she says that people with a lot of it, they don't need to think about it, or worry about what things cost. That's what I want too, not to ever have to worry about money."I think your mother is wrong. Rich people worry too. They pay people to make sure they don't get cheated. Mr. Parsons worries too. He worries about everything, plus he works all the time. He's on vacation right now, but he's in his study, working on something. Hans and Gerta live better lives than he does.. Our darkness is different, it’s hereditary. These people had a different darkness, one that not only came from genes, but from spending all their hours toiling in the sun. Their skin had a different quality to it, tougher, yet with a beauty no soft, rich person can have. Even though I knew about all this intellectually, it was quite another thing to see it in the flesh again after so long.In the village, children ran around naked. The women and young girls were dressed in saris, and even though. The five-foot-ten, light-skinned father-of-three walked to the apartment that the young dude shared with his mother. His mom was away at work this Saturday morning..Dajilo was the sissy’s name. He was in the ninth grade at his high school. He hit Jed up and told him he was free.Jed had driven an hour. He was 31-years-old. His wife knew he was going to be away for the night. He told her he was going to visit a frat brother.Dajilo answered the door. He was only wearing a pair of lace yellow.