?It’s just that I cannot seem to control it.?Liz knew that now very soon a decisive moment would come. ?So you usually can control yourself???Oh yes... I can, Liz, really, always! I just didn’t know I had to because I hadn’t expected you back? ?You will have to prove that to me.? Liz was thinking for just a few seconds. ?I have a little test in mind. If you pass, we will just forget what has happened over the last 15 minutes. If you fail you will undergo my training-program for you to improve. I walked past an old woman, crying like a baby on the sidewalk, feeling a pang of sorrow for her, whoever she was, but I didn't want to get involved. I was too scared and too shocked. I sat back down in the front seat, absently noticing that it was a fairly nice car. I just sat there, for I don't know how long, lost in my thoughts. How the hell could this have happened? Finally, I noticed a purse in the passenger seat, and nervously opened it up. I guessed that it was mine now, though I didn't. My brother-in-law, the severe looking man with the beady eyes who was taking over the family business, delivered a glowing eulogy of my father, all of his contributions, his generous love of his family and friends, his dedication to honesty and principle. Finally, it was time for the family to say their last goodbyes. As I stood by the casket, I looked at my father’s face, finally peaceful, lacking all of the anger I was accustomed to seeing there. I touched his hand, and brushing away. I looked at the truck, it was huge and really high up. I stepped up into the truck and got settled in the seat and waited for him to get into the truck. Once he got in the truck we were off and running, talking all the way to the party. We get to the party and I introduce him to my friends, there are not a whole lot there but enough. I put my stuff down and then went behind the bar to smoke a little weed, figured it would make me feel a little less nervous. I could see him looking at me so I.