"Adrian, would you get the children from Miss Harris's care and take them home? They trust you. Tell them I have some business and will be home as soo... as I can." Okay, sure. Andrea, you're in this with me. The kids don't know you as well as they do me. It is time you got to know them."I related to Rena what had taken place at the bank. While Andrea was getting the kids ready to leave, I pulled Rena aside and told her that Mom had my father served and Sandy had him arrested on a complaint of. That's where I feel most at home so I found a visitor parking lot nearby and parked then headed over towards the nearest of those that looked comfortable to me."Excuse me," I said, stopping a pretty coed as she walked by, "can you direct me to the geography department."She pointed to the next building, the one next to the one I felt most comfortable with, and said, "it's in that building there." Thank you," I said. "Which department is in this building?" I asked."That's the engineering. The dresser weighs at least seventy pounds, and it's an awkward armful. It looks fucking impossible. And she still has enough breath left to scream that vile crap at us non-stop. I put enough sedative in her to trank a rhino, and it didn't even faze her! How can she be doing that?" She is very special." Tira quietly stated, then looked up at Beth."Hey! Beth! I do not need you going out of phase either! Turn that off! And check your door! See if it is bending!" You're right." Beth said. "I've. I got up, wearing just my chili pepper boxers, and wondering what was going on. I peeked into the guest room and found Mrs. Hemming snoring happily on the bed. I pulled the door shut and turned around just in time to have a heart attack."Dad!" I blinked at him."Hey," he said, smiling dumbly. He wagged a finger at me and giggled. "Don't drink tequila." Uh..." My father was drunk?"I'm going to bed." He walked sorta sideways, leaning against the wall and waving at me over his shoulder.I could.