Given the way we had always tormented babysitters in our youth, it had been a while since my parents had found anyone willing to watch us. And so when...we were old enough to stay home without a babysitter, my parents started to go out on Saturday evenings. They had been doing it for several years when the shooting occurred. “Geez Carole, would you hurry up!” Dad yelled up the stairs. “We are going to be late.” I didn’t need to look at the clock to know that it was exactly 8:17 p.m. It was. But this is one time that I have to side with Grace on her idea. We can't have any of this ruining anyone else's lives or careers, regardless of what it takes in order to do that. So if Grace thinks this idea of hers will work, and for the reasons she's already told us it would, then I for one, am willing to do that. The question is, are you?" She asked as William thought about it, and finally shook his head."Yes. I am. So ... what do we do next then?" The first thing we ALL do, is take our. “Did you really think I was good?” she asked.“Like I said, you’ve never sounded better.”“The crowd seemed a bit ... unenthusiastic.”“It’s early in the day. Tonight the crowd will be larger, drunker and thus more enthusiastic.”“Do you think maybe they didn’t care for my material?”Jason closed his eyes and drew in a breath. “Now that you mention it ... I think we’d be better off if you did pop tunes instead of gospel.”“Gospel is what I know best. Derrick coaches me on the gospel numbers.”“And,. I'll talk to you later in the week."Andie flopped down on the sofa. Her legs felt like they wouldn't hold her up any longer. Silent tears slid down her cheeks. The depression that she felt earlier returned and grew larger; threatening to take over her entire body. The realization that she missed being with her family for no good reason became the dominate thought in her mind. She was glad that Cy Harmon was not in her apartment; she felt like she would like nothing better than to strangle him..