Phyllis deposited a tub of clothing on the floor near the door. Her nephew appeared at the door. “Daymon -- take this out, too.”“Yes, m’am,”...he replied and picked up the tub. He returned shortly and carried the second speaker column out the door.Jason pulled a black box from a shelf. “This stuff is dusty,” he remarked and obtained a damp paper towel from his kitchen.Daymon returned. “What’s next, Jason?”“Maybe that center speaker or the receiver.”“I can take ‘em both.” Daymon stacked the. Geez, she thought he is bossy, 'Blue we're coming by at 6 have dinner ready for us.' Well, she thought as she glanced at the clock on the bathroom counter, she better get out and figure out what she was going to make for dinner, it was 4:30 so she did not have much time, especially if she was going to make enough for her brother, his wife, and their 3 kids.She got out of the tub and hit the plug as she grabbed a towel; once she dried herself off she grabbed her rose lotion and carefully applied. Elizabeth shook her head, blonde curls swaying back and forth. "His whole industry is crashing thanks to outsourcing. All of the jobs are getting sent to other countries. There's no work!"Megan shook her head, her light brown hair pulled into a reserved bun to match her gray power suit. She knew about her sister's prejudicies about 'immigrants' and people from other countries, and it always made her shake her head. They had grown up in a well to do upper middle class white neighborhood. Nadia looked at the panicking Jen, she cried. Nadia couldn’t help but see herself just a few days ago, she felt for the girl. She liked her the girl and it was hard for her to see Jen like this. She did the only thing she could do, she hugged Jen with all her might, a strong motherly hug. An action that held so much power, a thousand words could not do what Nadia did in that second.“Don’t worry,” Nadia whispered in Jen’s ear, “you are among friend. We won’t hurt you, we love you and want to.