" Chuckling, she added, "Besides, you get to find out exactly who your real friends are." And when do I tell my folks? I really don't have a death wis...."Brenda said, "I can go with you, or Tammy can, but it's best if you tell your mom first, alone and somewhere quiet. Just say you'd like to get your feelings out in the open. She'll listen, I promise." Okay," I nodded.On the ride home, Tammy patted my knee to reassure me. I kept thinking of different ways to tell my mother I was gay, but my mind. ‘Is anybody in there?’ a loud male voice said, ‘This is the Jamestown Police.’ ‘The…the police?’ Bonnie stammered. She was desperately struggling to get her clothes back in shape. ‘I’ll be out back,’ Mitch said. He tugged his pants up and dashed for the kitchen. Bonnie walked to the door and peered out through the blinds. Two police officers were standing there. She unlocked the front door and opened it slightly. ‘Yes, officers?’ she said. ‘We’re just doing our nightly business check, ma’am,’. . an unconscionable short stay in my opinion. I drove her to her apartment, where her mother was going to provide ongoing care. She clutched a little heart-shaped pillow to her chest to help the deep bone pain that even the smallest movement evoked. How could the hospital release someone who couldn't suppress a moan every time I hit a pothole?Still, they did some things right. We'd had all sorts of warnings and counseling sessions. Depression is one of the almost universal side effects of. (I was wrong about this, of course, but I was too inexperienced to know it at the time.)"Hello, Shannon. Did you bring the stuff for your other classes?" Yes. Here." She handed me a stack of papers, books, and notebooks. "I still don't understand what you want them for, though."I didn't tell her. "You will. Sit down." I nodded my head toward a chair, and she sat down. "I need to look these over a few minutes."She sat down, looking puzzled and a little pouty at not being told what was going on,.