Perhaps if she loved Misty she should also love her mother."She's okay. Very nice. What about you? Do you still think as highly of your mother now you...re seeing so much more of her?"This was partly intended to remind Misty of her past eulogising on her mother, who over the distance of a few miles had taken on some kind of mythical quality."In fact I like her more, I think," Misty replied with a nod. "She's pretty clued up. On the ball. Age hasn't blunted her at all. And, you know, she's not bad. But, who cares really. This was the first time I was allowed to do anything outside of taking care of my siblings, the house and yard.So we then talked about what I did at home. I did most of the talking and she just asked questions. So I gave her my day-to-day schedule. Up at 5:00 am shower and put on my robe. (I dressed for school after everything else was done.) Put water on for mom's tea and start making breakfast. (Mom was showering and getting ready for work while I did this.) Okay, mom. I am in a cabin in those mountains when the rains come, and I am thirteen and in love with my cousin of fourteen. Of course the family is there with us, and we are visiting.While the rain falls, sentimental songs play on the ancient phonograph. The words are as foolish as the mannered voices singing them, but the word love occurs frequently, and it has recently become a powerful word to me. So I gaze dreamily away while everyone else is laughing at the quaintness of the music, and they tease me. We'll keep it fixed and running well but it's a driver." Chad, does it ever worry you about all the money in the trust?" Sometimes, I get concerned. I don't want it to change who we are. Money can do that to people. On the other hand, it will make getting through this next period of our lives much easier but we won't live too high. We've bought the house and the car through the trust. It will cover our college expenses but not our living expenses. We'll be poor college students just without the.